Remember to always think of the forgotten;
Those lives whose death has taken.
They once played their roles in our lives;
Before their times were cut short with knives.
Some left their scars on us to nurse;
While others left their dirts to stink like pores.
None has ever left the world with no impact;
Even those we always regard with no effect.
One thing will always take our thoughts back to them;
Our passion as humans will take us up to their realm.
None them deserve to face the wrath of the afterlife;
Irrespective of how terrible they made your life.
Always pray for grace to set their burning souls free;
One day, someone will do the same to pay your sins fee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem