The shady life,
With dark nights,
Criticizing hours,
love I missing From
The garden of flowers
Life I waiting for a renovation,
Welcoming the happiness of other creation,
Destroying the life he deserve,
But till he smile and same he serves.
Waiting for those helping hand,
But till find himself alone in rocks and sand,
Want a push for survival on this land,
But still kills his desire for hi friend.
Now tiring to find a ray of hope,
A new happiness and a scope,
Of getting that someone back in life,
That was cropped,
Lightning up the shadows,
Working on the slops.
A silent cry for justification,
Can jut lead o elimination
And big disaster in life,
Of that beautiful creation,
With a unsuccessful end
Of his lovse and passions.
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I would like to translate this poem
Its very great to think of others tears and special if our loved ones tears r trusty.nice simran