My emotions are trapped
No way to get out
Locked in a battlefield of hate
So far away, slow down
As I back up further
Take a closer look
The evil smiling crook
Has your little book
The book has streams of dreams
Tears and shame
All the things you want and wish for
All except the fame
While I turned my head
Just to look at you
You stood there crying, hoping
Saying it can’t be true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem