Another click for me
And the flash tortures me
I saw still,
that the mischievous spirits made me ill
‘cause of the mistakes that I didn’t do.
Now I’ve to amend for what not to do
Devils won the battle and I failed.
Now who’ll know, who I am
my image has been captured by the cam (era) .
Snaps lie, do they?
Or do they reveal a truth’s lie? -
Whether they consider a lying one die
Now do they tell the feelings?
These memories are the healings
Of the worlds we lose (everyday) .
and not the proofs of existence of us.
Now the colorless gases, are they same?
We breathe and just oxygen, we inhale.
Can’t you see my wax of my eyes?
Falling on heart lifting heavy sighs.
Now, these tears don’t lie,
but the blinds see the phantom photos
I’m a good man; I don’t lie;
I need not to die
to prove my virtue.
A good man sees the sea
of heaven. Believe me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem