Greats were evry thought
He dreamed
All was nothin but
a planted seed
Indeed miseries got answers
in his mind
We've learnt, for
Never again shall we
accommodate frustration
Into our heart
let every minute be
what it intended
His peace, joy, and heaven
are transplant into our heart
When they ripe all will rip
Through the fried sand
of d desert and
its steamed pains
Through the ranged dooms
across the
tide of oceans, and
When thunderous moments
kept swaying His hope
With patience and enadurane,
He was sailing through
When He was almost there,
When the beam of accomplishment
was gazed upon Him
Just about the moment
we were to roar in joy
Just about that moment
It came and His soul lifted to eternity
How thinkable His final abode
With a year gone
When goodness counts
your family miss your company
With believe in ur courage
they kept pushin through, and
knowing you are in the company of Angles;
they need no cry in pain
Pious soul ceased from the planet earth,
yet it's immortalized in his words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loosing a loved one is never easy. Nicely done.