those are pearls that were his eyes
and the wild wind sobs and sighs
we all conceive the loss of what we love
the frozen wind crept on above
it was almost easy to say goodbye
look at the stars! look at the skies.
my fathers strength was in his eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poet’s strength is to give space to the reader to go for interpretations of his own; yrs is such a poem; it will weigh down any human heart-great poem - God Bless you child