waste not your time pitying the pitiless
knowing, he is aimless
Feel not sorry, but feel sorry
But do not regret in his story
In the night of horror
Which is full of sorrow
The star is seen ignorant
Blaming the fellow of it's stagnant
The mountain abdicate
Whilst the masses accommodate
Why do you claim to feel pain
Whilst you swore not to abstain
Make sure you do not suffer
In the same thing you offer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely composed........there is some wisdom shining in this poem.....Rosemary