Beyond the battered trees,
Across the sun burnt path,
Amidst leaves of grass.
I lay face down upon my hand,
Grief over burdened me
Lifting up the overturned glass
I kissed it
Stretching my eyes I found....
The world had lost a day.
Welcoming evening
My mind limped towards the grave
Finding it full,
It lost itself
Amidst the silence of the tombs
And died in sighs and sobs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem