A ghost is knocking at the door of my life  
Haunting me in the night’s darkness 
Hiding within a cloak of mystery & wearing the veil of pale death; 
Why do I fear my own shadow, the world is never at its feet, 
I try to escape from this island of myself, to the world outside, 
I am scared of every tremor around me as it breaks the monotony 
This fear is a prank played on me by emotions 
Yet this ghost is a delusion in the greater illusion of life 
Haunting the depth of darkness, in the middle of the night, 
I am a bard cursed to wander forever on the shore of time 
Singing endlessly of forsaken days of love
The world will sit on an easy chair 
Reading about days of both joy and sorrow in the same mood, 
Yet who is there to really hear what I say
Some unknown poet keeps listening  
I am a phoenix bird & he rises from my ashes 
My only desire is that the world should hear 
About my broken love, through him, 
Let it buy him fame and money, my love will not go in vain 
Neither material wealth nor love belongs to me 
I am a spirit cursed to wander unseen, let my love remain in the world.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem