Humans are like that-filled with hatred, spite and jealousy,
Molded creatures that would neither love nor let anyone rest in peace,
They would neither forgive, nor forget in their lives or after that,
They would never care- they would never see,
Mist has clouded their eyes, a cloak of darkness bestowed upon their souls,
But I would be different-not like them.
I would forgive and forget,
Tear away that cloak; make the mist fade away,
'Tis true I have been shattered and battered,
The pieces of my soul have been sprinkled,
'Tis true that I held someone's picture,
In the utmost center of my forlorn heart,
Your betrayal clothed my soul in a sombre cloth,
Like a nightingale that sits upon the edge of eternity,
Singing songs of long forgotten merriment.
But I will live on.
But I will keep walking on the tiring path of life,
I will forgive and forget.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem