A story I recall,
About six years back...
I gained weight,
And looked very fat...
Bones became aching,
Tiring it was...
Leaf of year..withered away,
And fell in my arms...
I left college,
Unable to walk...
Solitude was my companion,
In my grave room..sick I was...
One day being a 'cyster' was revealed,
Told me doctor, it can't be healed...
Turned me diabetic after five leaves,
Deprived of a child I will have to be...
Still unknown is the other cause of pain,
Will my aching bones, till death remain?
Came across fighting, with peak of aggressions,
Come dare to stop, you can't bleed my passions...
People make gossips and make fun,
Never bother,
Cyster 'I am', but a brave one!
Your poem is very inspiring. 'People make gossips and make fun, Never bother, Cyster 'I am', but a brave one! ' - Well said!
ya surely dear u r brave one to write and share ur agonies and frustration but it is life cruel and tyrant so always take it for granted cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you Sir Khairul Ahsan...regards Hira.