Today, I knelt in front of a flowery altar and prayed.
Oh! My dear God; I have a dilemma since my weak childhood.
Why these fragrant flowers short-lived
And wither?
*Dedication to Jett.Travolta for his son's untimely tragic death and also to the innocent buds where they sadly disappear in the raged battlefields in vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem