The day you realize,
that you must take the fall,
and give up on your dreams,
is the saddest day of all.
The time will finally come,
you cannot live on lies,
you see the setting sun,
it comes as no surprise.
And yet there is relief,
your struggle disappears,
for just outside your door,
a breeze removes your fears.
Then silence of the night,
will conquer every care.
Surrender of the soul,
will find the final stair.
The poem tells us about the journey of our soul from the saddest day to the most blissful day of life. Nicely conceptualised. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love it. It's great poem. Thanks for sharing it.
Thank you very much. For me, death is not sad. But all that leads up to a slow death is very sad.