To live alone
Is to die
A lonely death
Locked up
in a box
Called self
But if you must
Live alone
Let not your life
Be lonely
Strive for causes
Go where the brave
Do not tread
For by doing so
You now stand
In the footprints
Of all those warriors
Who have gone ahead
Who died alone
But not a lonely death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really nice profound and so in touch original