Father and mother
Sister and brother
Son and daughter
Can you remember, great god father...
Wrecked, old age granted hard labour
Starving perhaps, save you grow fine dweller
Not high value jewels, mansions or caliber
But truthful cultures for eternal prosper...
Don’t offer blessings remembering me
Allow it for hunger, I am hanging round them
Love and affection spiritual gods give me
I too for you all, please don’t love me...
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Sisirachandra Vaduge.10th October 2013.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I understand what the poem is about, but the lines are not altogether clear. A rewrite I think would help clarify what you're trying to say about apologizing love. Would like to read it again after rewrite if that's okay with you. Keep writing because your ideas are well founded. RoseAnn