As my feet set thru a rough and rugged road, pain fondled, where every step throbs the soul.
The twinge I have, impressed my eyes to weary, and let the vague water flow freely...
In me is kept, the gem of life, so pure, so kind, so warm,
Yet, unable to comfort a hand.
The narrow and distant road, being travelled forlorn,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem