If I could sing
The real songs
Of love and hatred
I could have certainly led
Alas! I am unable to
This is really true
I am totally blinded
The opinion is certainly divided
It is false cover
That I take it as true shelter
I keep on suffering
As it has no peaceful offering
I expect good return
With fortune's turn
But it fails to show
I desperately think and grow
I wish that I had an art
Which could help me to part?
From darkness to light
Or from wrong to right
I find no answer
Where to go and offer
My real prayers
To seek role as follower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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If I could sing The real songs