A tranquil lake my mind’s been of late.
Deep thoughts do make, as to our fate.
The path unknown, before is un-shown.
Time is unowned, here on a loan.
Trodden day after day, lost to the way.
Work, not to play. Death to delay.
Having to fake even this heartache.
My mindnumbing lake away the pain take.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem