The wind is not blowing strong
Oh, my companion! I'm not wrong
And while I'm humming this melancholy song
On this cold night, dig the grave.
All my joys began to cease
And my pain didn't ease,
Standing amidst the cool breeze
On this lonely night, dig the grave.
What has this world given me?
Whatever my eyes couldn't see?
Near this wide and vast sea
On this dark night, dig the grave.
Hurt and humiliated and depressed
My self-expression was suppressed,
From jealousy and greed there is no rest
On this dull night, dig the grave.
What is the use of staying alive?
Like a bee without a hive,
For whom should I live and stay?
On this night, dig the grave!
Oh, my companion! I'm not wrong
And while I'm humming this melancholy song
On this cold night, dig the grave.
All my joys began to cease
And my pain didn't ease,
Standing amidst the cool breeze
On this lonely night, dig the grave.
What has this world given me?
Whatever my eyes couldn't see?
Near this wide and vast sea
On this dark night, dig the grave.
Hurt and humiliated and depressed
My self-expression was suppressed,
From jealousy and greed there is no rest
On this dull night, dig the grave.
What is the use of staying alive?
Like a bee without a hive,
For whom should I live and stay?
On this night, dig the grave!
2 comments:
Why the depressing poetry? Did you write it yourself? If yes, its really good but its depressing :-(.
yup its all my original work on my blog!
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