I write with mixed ink; blood and tears
Into my mind’s canvas via heart, then here
Caring whole humanity, I do really care
Anybody killed, I cry, I hate prickly pears.
Hatred against human is hatred against nature
Why ditching humanity into blood mud, I think
Time yet to come is going to be worst; in future
We are drifting the boat ion the ocean to sink
O my restless soul, my flown slumber; I miss
Will to die easefully –peacefully; peace to kiss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem