I lost heaven
By my own folly and creation
The problem was brewing
It was totally shut for viewing
We both struck to ego
No one was prepared to forgo
We cared for no one
Not even children
I will come fully drunk
She too may be totally sunk
Both were addicted to drugs
Our own grave was well dug
She was nice lady
Devoted to her work and ever ready
Took to hard work and enjoyed
Only my excessive drink annoyed her
I was loosing grip
I waned to keep my head down and whip
She tried several time to keep me cool
But each time she was turned as fool
We were unable to meet ends
Children were unable to make us mend
Now it was totally out of hand
I cried for help but it was nearly an end
She was under utter shock
Her ambition was turning into smoke
She had built her nest with so much care
I was ruining it with sad affair
Let no one blame the situation
We are responsible for sour or good relation
We are master of our own destiny
At the most only blessings needed from almighty
It is always said but not followed
Certain bad habits should not be allowed
Everything in limit is good and welcome
Else there may remain only ashes for home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
everything should be in limit, good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.