a painfull Legend passes through my eyes 
I See an lost travler Stumbling at night 
He is crying with pain and thrust 
who is break down his heart 
Darkness pervails and no ray of light 
Some times he Sway and push by air 
his eyes weard dust layer 
his life cut off from thread as kite 
No one Can trace his sign of feet 
an motionless chill will grab his boady heat. 
In search of love he will lost his Life 
        he always being wanting for Smile 
       and Sent with mercylessly on excile 
       Not a Single word of sympathy will write 
at the day break, Storm will calm and still
and lost travler found dead at hill
no one mourn at the sight
   : written by: jatinder aulakh,                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    