Blank pages piled
ink all dried
No words peep
No lines streams
Weapon of words
Accepts defeat
No tune heard
No spirits danced
All souls despair
With me they share
My drink of grief
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I would like to translate this poem
the ending of your poems including this echoes in the mind of this reader long after he has finished reading, , your poems are tidy and very focused on the emotion they portray, , , you are a great craftsman..yes, , u make the reader drunk with grief, , thanx