Sadness pricks the heart,
and deep sorrow sips in.
Steep as broken sentiments,
about a dream that vanish
and shattered;
makes feelings drawn to pain.
Tattered thoughts
drown the emotions,
and makes self seems cheap.
We succumb to self pity
as emptiness comes;
it even darkens the hope
which make people weep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem