The skies are upon the snow and land of innocence,
Offering one choice and no option, there is absence.
The sky may singly describe the mountainous lane
As a monument does its stand, like water and ice.
Pleasure and pain destroyed the life, offered a solution
To the containment of light evil, possible wrong.
Pain will suffering be, and your hands are empty,
The sign above reads the whole story of wrong:
Wrong, wrong and wrong!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem