My brother was, when drinking,
sniffing paint, and doing speed.
Him and a friend, were clocked at
120. When they hit the tree. His
friends spirit instantly did leave.
And my brother they did find...No
longer had all of his mind. Recovery
would be more than a life time, For he...
Would never be, the person he was before,
they got in that, car door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very deftly told account of a car accident due to drinking. This is indeed very shocking and poignant.
Thank You! ! ! Rajnish, You are Very Kind! ! ! ! ! Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! Many Smiles! ! ! ! !