The clouds of remorse are hovering over my skies;
Leaving my eyes moistened with tears, breathless sighs;
They’ve come by again to sadden me with their showers;
The thundering of its tempests to my mind, overpowers.
An impulsive emotion instigates me to a drastic step;
Maybe the world would miss me, if myself, I give up;
But it’s my dreams and hopes that’s to be self-sacrificed;
Coz the book of my life is a mere slumber, un-awakened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem