Look deep into the eyes,
Before heart say yes,
The flame of hope is burning,
Of which can restored breathing,
The moon lit the way,
As hopeless carved the hay,
The mind gives a cold shoulder,
As heart prepared for a blocker,
To stops this madness of hopeless
And convict the darkness as a powerless,
Still life carry on a tiny dreams,
That might hold their arms,
Then deep dark creep in,
As the light take bin,
No one knew it could be a battle,
Because it seems so little,
Perhaps eyes fixed onto the future,
As the soul is tip toeing for sure,
Alas! ! the future is here,
And don't ever think is not there,
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I would like to translate this poem
Add a comment. It is all about the young man who almost give up, everything since situation is really worsening every now and then in his country. He tries to hang on for a something good to happen, despite the fact that to him every thing seems upside down.