He thought he could live without her
he admitted he was wrorng
there was no more choice furthur
but alone 'sing the song'.
Now, She was gone
he knew how much was left unsaid
now the world was 'faded'
with one eye gone.
He always had taken her for granted
Never could decide what he wanted
so brave was his 'meekness'
that he accepted his loneliness.
He knew she was walking ahead
on he path
yet, he was 'struck-on dead'
for his 'last breath'
he never knew that his heart estingushed,
behind the veil of mind suffocating
that consoled him that she was dream
so why cry over' broken shed'
so he moved on
and decieded not to be a 'Dan Juan'
lived the life 'sliced'
never felt any 'happiness nor cried'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem