As the clock struck the half hour
A whisper was heard in the silence deep
To the man, "Why did you forsake me? "
But to the mother, "I love you, do not weep."
The mourners hung their heads and wept
At the sound of the rattling groan
But the man of sin ne'er dared to look
Where the mother stood still and alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thankyou so much for your kind response Kumarmani.