I called to death
When courage deserted me
I thougth in his confines
The doubts and fears shall let me be
But he was not so kind
He was impervious to my command
And so through life
I died a thousand times.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He was impervious to my command and so through life I died thousand times. Nice use of words.The soul of the poem is so magnetic I dare not compare some poems of eminent poets with yours at a tender age.Carry on dear.Thanks for sharing.A huge 10.