It was a trek less planned
supposedly blithe far from errand
up went hill down they sit
much moxie for sedentary feet
reluctant to trip, girl looked far pale
for she carried him through the trail
Terrific terrains, enchanting view
limitless bountiness the nature drew
jovial juv, priceless prattle
novel clime, novel sense and the enthral
Could they ever notice her detachedness
trying every trick to hide his presence
they touched the himalayas, pilgrimaged end
sacredness of the holy wend
they less cared of the icy cold
placid aroma, tranquil they trolled
Did they ever doubt her lousy pretense
concealed her conflict with godly existence
Lone in room, vacant mind, blank stares
she got out, picked up incense, ran fierce
at the temple gate she stood frigid
'Life is beautiful, it's worth living it
shall live full for you, forgive if I fail
to carry you long and ever amiss
Dearest brother, Rest in peace'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem