What is my life but a chain of sorrow?
Each day passes, a link forming,
Each bonded by an uncertain tomorrow.
The last fringes of my consciousness
Give way to dreadful fear and doubt;
What is left but dark hopelessness?
Pity me, those who live in the light
For I am a soul lost to the dark;
In me, hope does not shine bright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope light would remove your darkness very soon.Please be not hopeless as the creator bestows His grace after long test.