I believed love has vibrant colours,
but never dreamt it would drag me to
the darkness...
I believed love would kiss my lips,
but it never ever happened...
Instead, I was beaten up infinite times...
I believed love has beautiful words,
but the sharp thorns pierced my soul
And I was bleeding...
Oh, my friends! I was nurtured by
the most amazing hands in the world...
but I was given to slaughter's hands
to be killed...
I wish one day I could come back to my life
but it never happened.
It was impossible to escape,
And I was dead! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem