There are rivers that flow
Red tears from the brow
Meandering to the deep ocean
Whose edges're assaulted by emotion
Heart after heart left broken
Trails of promises forgotten.
Every try ending in a sharp cry
With the watery eye seeing no bye.
The world watches in wonderment
Awed by the tattered fragments.
Who shall console the heart;
When it has been left torn apart?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem