Dreadful time,
It's obscene everywhere
In this vast region,
Life is dull and insipid,
Only death shines,
I try and try
To write an excellent piece
So that life becomes bright and dazzling,
But as I proceed,
I realise that
Life itself gives up hope,
It has no intention to shine
In this horrible time,
Consequently, death wins
With its black instinct.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hopelessness is contagious Making wise friends Is helpful Sour and sweet experience Are part of once life. Good poetry Sir.