Again the day had come
When I had concentrated on those coins
That was all for mine but lost
And the cyclone rolled those dust with gust
Earn after born at my mother’s shack
Penny to penny kept into my empty soul
Sounding low when filled with sorrow,
Blew all those through this hollow
The day had gone forever
And I am the Loser, lost more than I loss
Collect other coins that less than I lost
And the Lord will be paid the ultimate cost
Very sad write. One is not a looser till one doesn't feel within. As long as will power is there, he can never be a looser..... But if lost from inner heart, even if he may be successful, he will remain as looser.... A looser can be winner and a winner one can be a looser too. Beautiful write. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i also say, this is a very sad poem of a life that we see any where in the world... Nice imagery with real poetic feelings.. very nicely written..