Some speak;
Not that you may give them an ear,
But that you may give them a meaning,
And a direction into their dreams.
Just like a newborn baby cries out loud,
so that you may cover it with a blanket.
Some laugh,
So that you may see the sorrow that stains their heart and put out their lights;
With a fading flame of hope that you may rekindle theirs.
Some surrender their lives so that we may live,
Some hurt,
So that we may find a reason to love.
Some cry and pray that we may be forgiven,
And live life freely without guilt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem