I guess I'm disinterring everyday so they can bury me again and again,
everyday I wake up early in the morning but still I miss my train,
I used to be Amber now I'm just an insane,
I guess I'm hunting by my own brain,
I'm alone, all the good memories now has gone,
sometimes I really want my answer why I'm born,
my all the thoughts about life was wrong,
I guess that's why every rose has its throne,
nothing is forever or we can say that long last,
I'm present in present but living in past,
I'm running alone still I've to run fast,
I guess my poem gives you so many reasons why its feel like summer has gone and school starts
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such intriguing lines......such is the dilemma........some spoken some unspoken agony.....keep writing Young Poet! ! !