That's all
The end of it
Where laughter ceases
And grief is in the helms
Where tears roll in the cheeks of melancholy
When the clouds of tragedy fall
And mourning whips the soul
The body weakens and emotions
Shattered like a potter's ware broken in the sun
The errand person said it happened
No doubts when tragedy strikes
When news flash and quicken like lightning
And all air is a whiff of it
Every ear opens to the ground
Where tragedy's victim rest at last
That's all
The end of it
When tragedy strikes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tragedy is unbearable to mankind. However, we must take solace on the good times we had together. Accept my concern