This hand to look at
Furious really
This time
That coming to me.
My helpless body
See here lying
In the fire
Without hesitation
And I am just
Looking at it.
From my childhood
I am trying to go
To the playground
But in vain
I am being checked
By the hands
That is furious here.
I am mocking at me
And I am dumbfounded
With the hands
That is empty
That is unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem