The wound will leave your heart
Lost in the shadows again,
Ashes in the wind; tearing it apart
Death comes with so much pain.
Alone in tears many doubts and fears,
Calling clouds aching in the atmosphere.
Awakened mind suppresses by snares
Waiting with a chilling nightmare.
In the wind calling your name
A flame running away from sunshine
Join progenitors to leave a sad re-frame
When there is no more time.
Your stars fade from this realm,
And surrounds you with detach matters,
Inside your heart, burns the lowest flame
Stricken with the awful cries.
When you are looking out in the rain
There is another reflection of you
Indivisible image looking deeper within
For the courage to renew.
A balm to heal Ashes in the wind
The oil of myrrh with beauty and fragrance,
Anoint friends ready for heaven to find,
Beatitudes by prayers and penance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem