If they had lived, Those young daisy beings. That road is now hushed, Where they would roam and find dreams. That futures thrown down, in dust and in shade, No branches for them, Who's offspring now fade. No holding of hands, No Chapel Banns read. Such rice will now fall by a new Bridal bed. If talents to have and Genius to give, It's lost to this world, When no hope was to live. Their laughter and joy stands mute through the years, Thou sound there is heard, And loud are the tears. For To the Human Heart there is no more Sorrowful sight, A Casket laid, It's colour White.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem