Again appears the flood,
Like a stubborn ghost,
Properties are no more, lives are lost!
The victims’ hearts are smeared in blood.
Life seems like a tree,
Stagnant entirely,
In hope dwell many,
For a new sunshine to see!
Some like a dead watch stop living,
Some for a new start positively sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem