The world
Is silent without you
No music no dance
Flowers do not bloom
Bird do not chirp
No laughter
No smile now
Darkness all around
Calmness
Of death surrounds
Tears flow from the eyes
In your memory
The heart cries
To live or to die
Are same now
Life has become
A hell now
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with plenty of pathos. Rich in imagery and style. I rate it 10. Kindly read and rate my poem 'A busy street' on page 1.