A strange experience though
Engulfed it any how
Your silence; a midnight forest
Piercing arrows, gruesome at the best
All the faculties of head had dried up but
You watered such
That it flooded
Good betrays in this world sometimes
You are given but worst reward; grapes and limes
Oh! the muse of poetry
Is it? that you waited for
No! No to such inspiration
Such a cruel creation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem