That's what I face,
God isn't grace,
For me night is so dark,
When you leave in the field of herbs.
For me laughing is so hard,
When you told me in the voice of sharp.
For me everything's so sad,
That's because of you let my heart crush.
Your next poem will be titled: 'Heart Mended'. Cheers. Subroto
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a sad poem..... that a heart can be broken but to search within that is when the mending begins