Let not this verse to brag about you
A sudden demise, You to have come in
A surprise without sparing us moments,
To ponder on, even to cheris nor ever
Told us reasons to this query, a quest
To last long for only now we all long
Sudden be this your damned routine
That is not even repulsive, a trail
Left imprinted and all herding for,
Neither one of us to miss your trap
Ditches you digged, deeper trenches
That garden made shavel to have
Left me dancing in that dust storm
With you fate to have twisted and
Renounced, brethren to have inflicted
This painful dub to the fragile hearts
The pain never to be known with
Emotions of passionate moans and groans
This knowledge be ceased neither did
I expected that undulated wave
To have it in cast, and our past to rust
Be your flesh to dust, a soul reaped
To have sprung anew and patiently
Bored this zealous, a bold zeal of
Lamentation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem