Why we have to think so much
Allured by moment of torturing touch
Occasions forcing us into thought drive
Imprisoned for all eternity to strive
Is this a shameful conspiracy?
Designed by merciless hands mimicry
We can't share this shacking toil
On souls fouled by corrupt soils
Where venture into journey for truth
Tarnished by sombre memories brute
Tragedy that comes on unfortunate circumstance
Helpless we feel in our stances
Writing a demise is one story
Unimaginable is to witness another gory
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ambitious, but with very curly esthetic form. It coheses.
Hmmm, I must think about it :) Thanks for pointing out :)