I saw her sitting alone
As if she was looking for a home
Her face in dismay
Seems she is without a home to stay
Without her spoken voice,
Her face spoken about pain and grief
Like she is scattered in this lonely road
The path is unkind, just a solid harsh road
Still I found her holding her tears
Putting a brave face against the turbulences of life
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I would like to translate this poem
Nasra, Your are a real poet. I love the way you choose words and the way you put your lines. Keep it up. Admiringly, Arsiema