My reflections
In the ponds
And streams
Seem to shiver
With every crickets
Scream
These black shadows
That follow me
Give no clue
Where I should be
Echoes of voice
Just as I speak
In the valleys
Resound then retreat
Traveled so far
Along in life
Still so lost
Have no respite
Lost in woods
Got caught in vines
Need a road map
I want searchlight
There should be
A way around
this wretchedness
Needs to end now
Nalini
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There should be A way around this wretchedness Needs to end now Nalin Truly, the one who works out in present proves successful.