In the wilderness 
walking alone 
on your trail 
imbibing the fragrance 
of wayside spring flowers 
gathering the bygones with care 
the bouganvillas droop on the gate 
stems of red red roses clenched 
tears gush and fall in my hand 
Nothing is over yet 
you are alive though not seen 
your scent in the nearby woods 
lingers around me  
I lay the soaked roses on your grave 
My body quivers as I kneel  
and hold on to the dainty grass blades 
the sun dazzles my moist eyes 
here I dropp my false sword of courage  
and weep like a child unhibited  
clinging to the stone cross on your tomb                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really a very beautiful poem i like it