Sorrow leaking from eyes of sadness, grief being pulled
in many directions within this heart.
Believing in faith, waiting for it to fill this earth
with strength and hope.
Waiting still, watching, praying, nothing happening as
yet, secrets abounding, life existing continually.
Efforts at keeping sacred vows fall on deaf minds, ears
never hearing a sound.
Traditions and rituals flowing through life, giving people
a reason to practice them through the years.
Yet nothing seems to come to fruition, nothing positive
happens, as we continue to wait through measures of time
alone and forsaken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, change is the essence of life. Change is difficult yet essential for progress. Old rituals and practices that have been carried so long, so forth needs to evolve. Time has tendency to change..... We hope & await a time that brings transformation far all good.A great message delivered through poetry.........