Raining upon an earth of sorrow, overflowing with tears
of pain and injustice, swallowing particles of hope,
afraid to hold on in this temporary world.
Essays of life are filled with words, speaking of our
time here, but how do we express our feelings of
hopelessness and despair?
No one wants to hear our limited pain-filled memories nor
see their images.
Life, forlorn, alone, forgotten as so many people differ
from what societies images are.
Where are we going? What are we doing?
Creating a world of sorrow, too few know how to navigate
through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely penning of the reality of life, though we paint and brush this life with so many colors but truth is it is muddled with so many pains and sorrows..... that itself is our life