In a market
As this world
Of slave traders
Barely they can sell
Only your flesh
Merely save your soul for god
No; pleasure with whores
Not making any your thirst pass
But some then mourn illusion kiss
Where; every hope then in dust
Let then sell them
The flesh
And save your soul for god
Everyone wants to save the souls of others but forget their own. They are in black Poet
Very nice sallam vhai...it touched me.. beautiful poem with a great message...
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I would like to translate this poem
realm of thought fancied, selfishness that leads unto destruction No; pleasure with whores Not making any your thirst pass But some then mourn illusion kiss Where; every hope then in dust.....beautifully wreathed the words a message garland unto the humankind and minds