At every step
I suffer
and keep going
in my own way
A sigh of suffering
wells up
from my heart
To myself
I put questions
Let myself listen to
my answers
Lonely I
live a life
Like a river
life flows neck-deep
with a heart full of sorrows
towards the sea of ending
Only death is the receiver
of all complaints
So life heads for death
Author : Guna Moran
Guna Moran is an international poet and book reviewer. His poems are published in more than hundred international magazines journals webzines blogs newspapers anthologies and have been translated into thirty languages around the world. He has three poetry books to his credit. He lives in Assam, India.
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