The Time I Go Through
The Time I Go Through
O, God!
I have became as hard as wood,
Because did not get anything that I could.
The whole world is being unknown,
Because every heart is being a stone.
No one asks me, If I am worst or well,
No one cares if I am facing hell.
As the passerby going through the woods,
Wounds hurt him as he is bare foot,
The same I m feeling my solitude.
O, God!
Come and extract me from this pain,
The cause, I can’t go more on this lane,
On this lane, one this lane!
Anikant Raaz Mandal
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