dismay may not the ignorance of my fate
and look what the beginning of my wish
as it trail the sublime point of line to remember
thou anything comes with an empty hands
that touches the passing gesture of your calmness;
always fit the retiring pulse of my dream
discourse everything that each heart desire the
night shadow hides the dungeon of pain,
even the unleavened bread leaves its taste of
memories to live forever
now the teardrops fall capture the moist
of a morning episode of life; encountering again
the venue of commitment, where the paradise
of wisdom reside in the wilderness of love
Indulge my pain and lead my close eyes
to whisper speechless heart …..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poetic write