Whenever I remember my past.
Tears come in my eyes.
Those were the worst days for me in my life.
I was very weak in my studies.
I was leading a miserable life.
I was stuck into depression.
I was struggling alone.
I was just hanging around between life and death.
Whenever I would walk, I was not aware where to go?
The life became very hard and critical for me.
Whatever I would do went wrong.
My life was not normal like others.
I thought myself, there was something wrong with me.
Every day I tried to come out of it,
But I was not totally able.
I felt myself as though I were mad.
I thank god now I am quite ok.
Pushkar Bisht
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem