Each and every graveyard
Seems to be mankind's heart.
The silent breeze now leads them to sleep;
They didn't have a blink of sleep when they were alive!
Those monsters snatched away their Darling Sleep!
Their near and dear ones are still in fear, spending sleepless nights;
They also don't have sleep for years and years;
The fire in their hearts has been existing for years & years.
Now it's time for their eternal sleep;
Yet still they don't have sleep in their churchyard;
Are they watching the fires,
Still burning in their village?
Or in their houses? Or in streets?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem