some things that we do
and we get nothing in return
some words that do not come
back to us like a rain-shower
some people that we love and
who leave us without a note in bed
some places that are meant to
be only forgotten because we cannot
have much and we say oh we are just
human forgive us
some sins we commit and yet we do
not really know and hence we do not
accept. another poem which i have
written a long ago, and i read it again
it stares at me begging that i am
its creator, but which i cannot really
really remember. I am ashamed and
humiliated, but the words come back
to my mouth, slides to my heart, and
then i remember, 'forgive me, i am damned'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem