Dagger sheaths an anger
suppressed in thousand hearts
curved laws and justifications
fewer commentators
blood washed with blood
proud yet fallen, killed yet not
trampled,
your death,
it is a shame in our souls
it is a dagger thrusted deep in our hearts
living eternally...
avenging a courageous girl
you are a pause between
two points of time,
killed only to be triumphant
forever in our hearts..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Supressed in thousands of hearts but blossoms in every mind, beautiful poem shared on desk.