When you fail in something which you learn,
When people enjoy you to be their furn,
When you lost your lovely father John.
Taking time but nothing you have done,
Comparing you in something you can,
They store and not have another pen.
When They leave you sick at the rain,
They become beside you when join,
Went at the celebration while they have done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem