Today, I tell,
A tale of a
Precocious young lad;
A noble youth,
Who writes and
Says verses;
A man behind his time,
But beyond his age;
A youth of many talents,
Who encounters troubles,
At strange places,
‘coz of his talents.
What if, God is kind,
To give him the talents,
But cruel enough
To put him in troubles;
How long could
He survive,
After all he is nothing
But a mortal;
Even men twice his age,
Can’t bear
Half the miseries,
He suffers,
Now and then, and
Everyday.
Even a brave lion gets
Vanquished by a wolf-pack;
So how come a weaker soul survives,
For long,
The unabated attacks of
The legion jackals.
Time and again,
God is kind
To Keep him survive,
In strange ways;
But now the sand of time is
Nearly full.
Looking at this lad,
One can only pray:
May thy lord help his soul,
May thy lord extinguish his miseries,
May thy lord show some miracle, and
Give him
What he truly deserves!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good tail you have written Salman! enjoyed reading it! ! (a 10) ! best wishes - Thad