He was weeping and crying,
There's, shroud covered dead,
His words still buzz in my ears,
With this, I am restless and marooned,
Silence; the slow poison of humanity,
We all are taking in, with unity,
Words were-
Today I'm crying,
You all will cry tomorrow,
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I would like to translate this poem
What we feel in silence eventually expresses it self. Very nice poem. Thanks for sharing.