This poem is a metaphor for a painful condition. It depicts the frustrations of life in a very short paragraph to the extent of emotions.
In the desolate forest of defeats,
He beneath the Shadows of uncertainty.
The ashes of broken dreams were found on his face.
He is going to the last destination now.
A traveler who had his own wealth, wealth of life.
Which he spent in finding traces of pleasures in the ordeals of horror.
Before that, he used to derive his breath with the blood flowing from the feet of those who walk in the abyss of worldly possibilities.
Now that he has understood this continuance of years of vanity,
he has laughed And this smile on his face is scattered with sadness.