Life could be miserable when the sun hides behind the darkest cloud
Life seems to cease to flow when cold winds make me feel like a shroud
I tell myself come on Rimni cheer up
As life is always a bundle of opposites
I still feel low but somehow resists
When flow my tears
Those moments I am lost in my fears
Away from my source
I fail to run my life course
Yet I wait for the days to change
Is it not strange?
I seek warmth of the sun
To tread the life path
Alone awaiting for none
To join me or not
The battle of life is to be fought
Hope I win at last
Time fly fast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Rimni, such a nice nostalgic poem....10+++