Rohit Sapra (7 August 1984 / Gwalior)
A Depressing Morning
A depressing morning and nothing is special about it
Just miss her love so much
Even though I know she is gone forever.
I have lost her, even though I never ever wanted to lose her
Sadness of being alone and without love and care is always so troubling
In my heart I am really very sad
Although, still I am alive and living this depressing life
No life I have and only sadness is to be
Tears are forever here and I am going to die someday soon
My world has no existence because life is not offering any hope
I know nobody is actually present as these are just shadows
To smile and to act as if everything is alright is really easy
I am actually of no meaning, even though I am still alive.
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