Lying in my gloomy room
I feel so weak and doom
Thinking about tomorrow
will it be another day for sorrow?
No it can't be
I told myself with glee
For every morning means hope
& every problem should be cope
Staring at the dark, calm, sky
Admiring those scintillating iota with a sigh
Reminds me that once I had dreamed
But everything was put aside in a bin
Trying hard to keep myself strong
But gently falling down in pieces because of the throng
The immense calmness of the atmosphere
Makes me crave for someone or a peer
Can I make it through this rain?
I shuddered enough to face those pain
How long must I suffer?
Shall I give my life to make things over?
No, no! I shouldn't give up!
I got to make it through the top
It's my purpose on living in this earth
and no one can stop me even the fiery hearth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great well versed introspections with such determination, nice piece.