If there’s road to heaven,
With no spikes in front or back,
Where no one is alone or sad,
And no fussiness or detest left,
For those knaves who tried you to succumb.
A shriek comes from crust ensuring “You are the one”.
To get it admittedly you have to die.
Amid with thoughts confiding yourself,
Once again bewildered thoughts came,
Are you on a right track?
Or are you on a wrong train?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem