The city breaks me,
when you try to bury memory
in the feral woods.
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Pains shall not buy
the tears as an evidence
of endless slaying.
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There was no time
to halt between life and death.
Someone pulls the string.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Satish, such a profound poem👍👍👍