What the fate has
Given me
A gift for tolerance
And serenity
The silver that spreads
Slowly, slowly
Like a plague
All over me
The thoughts and
Dreams
Dying with hushed cries
The feelings that I
Once owned
Has lost and gone
Since long
I have become like
A zombie
With nothing left
Inside
Just hunger for
Love
Which I could not
Find
Like a tree in the
Desert
Longing for a
Life
Looking at every
Cloud
That sometimes
Passed by
With pleads and
Begs
Inside his lonely
Eyes
Just wants drizzle of
Few drops
On his dry life
Praying for the storm
To come
With lightning and
Thunder sound
Grab him with all
The force
And tear him of this
Devastated ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow truly a descriptive wonderful piece. Very good write.