I can hear the distant deafening silence
And the thunderous roar of nothingness.....
As life's players cross the final stage
With bags of only emptiness to offer.
Nought to give a poor and dying comrade,
One who has laboured so long and hard;
Only dry and empty promises,
Like a cacophonous reverberation into nothingness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem