Always in bed
but seeing the grave
a time of rest and sorrow
looking so thin and tall
praying to see the daylight
living in the shadows of past memories
and doing no harm to any body
with a hope to rise in his spiritual fight
will i ever put a smile on my face
and joing in good race
with a pace of success
he always thinks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem