On the shores of regret
The sea of pain rests
Scarred with rocky planes
Whereon crashes teary-waves
The sand of time
Herein follows the tide
While most are drowned
Lost to moments of self-doubt
The rest beheld in suppress
By waves, they crashed upon rocky chest
Haunted by the scorching sun
Cursed to never behold the shore
Alas! Life likens a race
Where past and present are on parallel lanes
As each day is hinged
Firmly to the doors of destiny
Thus the heart feels not disdain
Save to persevere when fate complains
Lest your time be washed away
Or crashed upon rocky planes....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poem expresses the effect our past has on our lives and how it lingers throughout our life in the present even if it is over it never leaves us.