O afar, beneath this gray coloured day,
Hangs a ribbon of darkness, shadowed fiend,
Despite the attempts, I admittedly say,
All reproves seem endless.
Remorse, we are all wanderers,
Stuck in a world of shadows and fear,
I stand back and observe this shadowed plight,
Hope is again shattered.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem