-Take care-, they said.
While I was packing for leaving
And never come back.
Those paths I walked upon, were the greatest I saw
Those rivers I sneaked in, were the rivers I grow
Those lands I stood for, were the lands I know.
Filthy hands of hard-work done.
Teary chicks of loosy soul.
Heavy back I carried with'
Lonely heart… I must forgive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful train of thought, well brought forth in good diction with conviction. An insightful poem well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Blai.