Barefoot round the sea rocks, 
my friend was the one who held my hand, 
carried my struggle throughout my life
on my own by nature I could not stand
A friend who was like my own father 
he understood me and lived a life for me, 
he picked me up when I felt down
and enlightened my world like the deep blue sea
Though my best friend is now forever gone, 
I cry and cry knowing he is forever by my side
he hugs me when I feel alone and sad
and his everlasting shadow be my guide
As the raging waves were flushing him far away, 
I had to say my last goodbye and died, 
seeing him at his worst form of life, 
I could not hold my tears and looked aside
My best friend waved his hand for me
'Maven, Maven my friend, ' he cried
my friend knew I was in my saddest state, 
but still he smiled                
 
                    This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    