I see old in cold
Coldness will arrive with winter
Should wait a year to come
When it comes
It bring coldness like an oldness
Not anything animated hardly any movement
All pain
With no warm blood in any vein
Low voice
Low energy
Bring whiteness to all hair of its body
I see oldness in this coldness
I see experience
I see the smiles to death
Oh I see oldness
Oh I see coldness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well thought out and nicely penned with conviction. Thanks Mahtab.