He was known as rough
Tough
Cruel
And devil
Never cared
Always dared
For wrong things
But achieved nothing
Bad luck always struck
As I spoke
But he will disregard
With offer of no ward
Today I saw him in tears
With no strength to bear
Pain in eyes
Despite brave try
His father was dead
He anxiety was clearly read
Many people came with condolences
To offer him at once
He was moved
With visible move
He took vow
Not to cause any harm or allow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretty Poem Nick Bure5 minutes ago I liked the rhythm. Some of the language was a little unclear to me. Pretty poem. Comment +1