Once there was a lonely man
A quiet and a talented man
Who had a secret mission.
His 'hermit' life just floated by
To his youth he said goodbye
And pursued a literary ambition.
All year through he longed to write
His poems were a sweet delight
Written with words of passion.
Short novels, such a work of art
Stories which embraced the heart.
He kept them in a closet.
But one winter's morn at break of day
Fire swept his world away ~
Gone was he, and his ambition.
Only the angels in heaven above
Knew of his talent and his love.
Lost were his writings of passion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem