No matter who says what's not tough to give up,
It's always rough to leave behind the stuff...
One loves.
Be it sacrificial or a giving to benefit,
It's always rough to leave behind the stuff...
One loves.
Be it something treasured to pick,
With a special feeling one once had for it...
It's always rough to leave behind the stuff...
One loves.
To never forget the having of it.
It's always rough to leave behind the stuff...
One loves.
Even to reminisce with thoughts not to dwell,
To have tears to drop from eyes that swell...
It's always rough to leave behind the stuff...
One loves,
No matter who says what's not tough to give up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem