| An ocean of suffering burst upon me, and I set out on the deserted street. Walked without in mind a destination, Walked towards this life's conclusion. | |
| Rain was falling, the atmosphere had cheer, but my grief-struck heart had no care. Getting wet in the biting cold, directionless I kept on my painful stroll. | |
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| Clouds were showering the earth, but the real storm brimmed inside my heart Getting wet in this grief-filled rain, directionless I kept on my walk of pain. | |
| The winter was outside, but the real chill was in inner emptiness, Shivering in that void so cold, directionless I kept on my painful stroll. | |
This is the English translation of a Hindi poem I had written a year back. - गम की बारिश
