I often think will there be an end to this darkness
It has been ages since I have been waiting for the dawn
There is limit to the patience Oh my God!
This wait has become too long in life
Every morning arrives with new hope
But then turns into disappointment
I have lived that life which could not be lived
Still I have lived
How long will you take my examination in life
Don't give me punishment for a moment mistake
For life
Being decedent of Adam it is next to impossible
Not to repeat the mistake of Adam
My life has become like a road
Neither there is destination nor shelter in life
I have become a traveller of desert
Now loneliness is my co-traveller
I still live with hope spring would come back
Like gone season in life
At time lost in thought I often think
I am like withered garden never seen spring
This life has been a journey of loneliness
Despite arrival of spring this life remains in autumn
I have still hope good days will
Because there is no darkness yet created
without light; genesis of this life.
Mamutty chola
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