Quiet and calm was the place..
Darkness shattered they say.
I had no courage to face..
Shiver me timbers were on my way.
Rudeness towards me by the world..
I had no courage to speak.
To myself it was hard to mould..
And the words that came out weak.
How harder could this get..
Was I to be left like this?
If only someone had I met..
Someone whom I miss.
Experience shall everyone death..
So be prepared at any cost.
Who knows when early one looses breath..
The most precious soul I have lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem