In the bucket of  emptiness 
There are a lot of words 
 To give you as gift  
But words are mere words
They are very misunderstood 
In the silence of swift breeze 
There is lot of sweet sounds 
To share with you 
but the breeze turns into  a  storm
and the sounds become clumsy and loud  
In the sack of vacuum time 
There are a lot of lights 
To show the path of our  life 
 but now there is only darkness
as the wind puts the lamp out                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
unfaithfullness, dualism is the theme which is the modern worlds game nice write bhai thank