It has been sixty eight weeks
Yet feels like sixty eight hours
Death ended your life streaks
Taking away our bonding powers
Mourning is still our hobby
Each day brings needless pain
King of depression is our nobby
Our sunshine is mauled by rain
You were a seraphic being
Everyone you joyfully engage
You were simply amazing
Your love burned with rage
How can our dearest be gone?
Her heart was compassionate
We hope soon she will return
For her we keep up the Faith
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart touching sad piece. Deep feelings expressed with a wonderful command of the constabulary of language. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Oluseyi.