What is this then?
The death of love;
Words torment and do not temper
The feelings that ravage every breath.
Time is its own healer,
Laughing in the face of hope.
Darkness haunts the mind;
Here is your time and here your death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
"Here is your time and here is your death"… splendid emotional outburst.. loved the way the whole poem conjures up the fuming fire of emotions…