Sometimes i feel to dance
Beneath the invigorating rain
But who will cry along the clouds,
Here all are busy making oneself happy, who wants pain.
Sometimes i feel to freshen myself
Along with the brisk rising sun,
But who wants to con himself by the lessen light,
Here all admire brightness but none adore the darkness; who bless the moonlight.
Sometimes i feel to halt behind
And learn, from one trending ahead, just what is right,
But this cruel world neither allow one to sit still nor to walk along their sides.
Here all are participants of a show, extibition of superior intellect and might.
So sometimes i feel to get intoxicate
Drinking a full glass of lunacy
But who will show me the path that leads to you,
Here all already makes out their ways to ferocity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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