In a dream, to me, You came...
Without a guilt or one to blame.
For had our paths been crossed, in better ways...
Our happy skies would be minus sad clouds those days.
After death, not one word of apology, would be uttered or heard...
No song, but sorrow's-Sad deafened, .........Silent word.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem