You might have been ill
Or, murdered against your will...
But your voice is alive
Giving the ' voiceless' thrive
In the vicious world
Looking for future life of gold...! !
Dear poet! We ' ll carry your voice
And chant that ' revolution ' is the only choice...
(To Pablo Neruda, who was forced to end his life yesterday some five decades or more ago)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He was a great poet of the people