If dream comes wrong, and truth fades under veil
'Tis better work than silent moaning on it silently;
A truest soul- always a real diamond, that all expel
'Oft to the dreary desert of forgetfulness, casually.
A truest beauty, in truth, a pebble does have
When it lays alone, and the sea shouts in disgust
Against it's trifling figure, but it's thankfulness lave
The rage, -so the sea, truely, returns it all must.
Love in like and hate in dislike- eternal game of family.
'Tis purest way of life- 'tis better query about one
To see further, if one does have a mind holy.
Unless, a divine whining in vain alone.
A death in unity- a death, shining in heaven forever
A death in unity returns our thankfulness ever.
[ Published in his self-published book "Some Suitable Words", in 2018]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully expressed personal feelings in this poem. Nice job.