Written by: Zaineb Hashmi
I cannot see for myself,
For there is darkness all around me,
I have become a pessimist,
The hope for good has vanished …
The autumn wind roars,
As i walk on the lonely streets,
Pale leaves all blowing in the wind,
Make me remind my bitter present..
Ah! There is nothing left in my life but sighs,
The sighs for a better future,
The sighs for a good life,
The sighs to make my present good.