anger eats away the soul,
Until nothing is left.
Mankind remains,
A husk of itself.
Its true glory,
Never reached.
Only in death,
It will find peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know this small thing, if imprignated in mind, this earth will be heaven...........no fear...dear....good attemt a nice poem i like spritualism............read mine