The sound of tides beating
Their heads against the rocks
Standing along the shorelines
As the guardians to the rough sea
Comes floating with the wind
To inflict pain on the bereaved
Heart that is losing grip over its
Beats and slowly capsizing for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
YOU SIR ARE A GOOD POET COMPOSE AT LEAST 14 TO 19 LINES Else it appears like a prosaic statement I take the liberty to tell thee score it out if you don't like it UR SIR A POETIC FRIEND WE each other read thanks and maafffeee