Breaking of dreams does not make me awe
As you know a new one will crop up prompt
But I am cut me into pieces
By the saw of Pharisaism
The sound of breaking hearts does not make me any more puzzle
As you know if one goes another will come
But I am made to bleed
By the act of character assassination
The fear of falling no more disestablishes me
As you know if today I am defeated, tomorrow I may win
But I am left wounded
By the treasonous blow of calumniation
thank you Abdul. keep up your good work. and thanks for commenting on mine. love and blessings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fabulous with deep meaning.~nb