Journey of dream took us so long,
Moon seems near than shaking hand with fear,
Blurred sight end while some conflicting fight
No one to hear, Never seen anyone for long
Memories running out of head
Fortune made them too late,
It's too late to perceive, too late to rebuild
Forgot the wound, it's of so long
Heal the world, it shall made journey so long
Shepherd, not to heal the past but to reconcile the fate.
The road is to hell, but Heaven is so long of sell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem nicely brought forth in good diction with spiritual insight. Thanks for sharing Rehan and welcome to Poemhunter.