They've been untongued,
Slowly, rapidly, and so cruelly.
Even their lips too are now lifeless;
Letters upon them are amiss;
Utterances don't sound clear,
Ah!
Permanently mute is that flute,
As if they have lost some language.
Aftermath, I believe, 'd be unbearable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem