They believe, it was the last blow,
And I have been slain to defeat.
There is neither strength nor courage left in me,
To further accomplish any feat.
They believe, I have been crushed,
And restoration is beyond comprehension.
The scattered fragments of my decimated being,
Would perish and fall astray in time.
They believe that all is over,
And there is nothing left to imagination.
The end has arrived,
And the road that goes ahead has no further occupation.
But what they don’t believe, is that I have the resolve,
That will carry me along the road.
There may be no occupation on the road proceeding,
But there certainly will be for me, at a distance, an abode.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they believe......'stick on to what u believe'....a dead soul can never be made alive... but a dead body can.... restore ur balance...move on...insha allah allz gonna b o.k....'hv faith in god'