Perhaps a serendipity,
Of this heart's agony.
Rhythm's fragile melody
Written in a book of melancholy.
Restless mind filled with fantasy
And affection from a false reality.
Hope shattered into pieces,
Faith weakens and vanished.
Dream faded in solitude trace,
And love poured into a shapeless silence.
Sadness and tears remain immortal
And triumph hesitates to offer its medal.
Fake smile flooded over hidden grief,
Waving pale color of splashing tears.
This world forbids laughter and happiness.
Hatred brings imperfection and loneliness.
I found nothing except GOD!
And he REVERSE the word written above.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem