Moments where I held your hand,
Are now in memories in vain,
Which I cannot understand as it now causes pain.
I can never understand the doings of some people.
Humans are not always understandable.
Grief has its moments of appearing in full presence,
Those moments are when I am alone in my own home.
Where I allow my tears to roam.
I tried to study the thoughts away,
I tried telling myself the papers made a mistake and you are okay.
Who would do such a thing?
I cannot fathom properly enough to find a grounded meaning.
What was the reason behind their doing?
Abducted and tortured,
Who would be so savage as to hurt someone who only cared and nurtured?
I cannot explain.
To whom shall I complain?
My heart is spoilt in utter vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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