Dear world..
wait a second and listen to this mad man's footsteps
you can cut my flesh.place it in a plate and eat
you can sqeeze my blood, pour it in a glass and sip
you canpile my bones and burn
whatever you do, my soul will remain luminous
as it has not born it has no death...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The mid verses are very strong and convey the pain to the extent that its very touchable. Yet you end it with an everlasting theme that gives hope to many. Well written