Do standing departed, jumbled in thoughts,
Do have been crowned the fame, if excelled those guts,
I slash eye to eye, but moron foes peep my weak spot,
My ears never tiring to hear their painful roaring throat.
Nostalgic tone binding me, my brain and my soul,
Vapouring those thoughts, homogeneoued by a foul,
Wailing aloud, but no body's here to hear my call,
So, meet you back in ravine, with awesomeness of dry fall.
Got've been mazed in that unsolved mystery's quest,
Let me tread alone, that path alone, with peace and rest,
Ever quotes no one's deprived in god made life's manifest,
Shall I die sooner or not! But shall be missing life's silly taste.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
writtten with many expressions..........nice.....