The melancholy of mood is always a pain;
Poverty, separation, humiliation and no gain.
Tragedy was fully spread across the innocence of his childhood;
No love of parents, siblings; had friends but did no good.
A displaced identity under the crisis of personality;
A hateful social treatment of punitive neutrality.
How can he feel a normal self when all were against?
A sea of painful tears constricted and beheld.
His otiose heart went numb;
Leaving him emotionally dumb.
Everything turns dry and stony when emotions depart;
Leaving only a harsh, hard, lifeless topaz called heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.