Often loneliness killed me
But sometime my own killed me.
Though have nothing against death
But it was my life that killed me
Even though had no enemies
But my own friends killed me.
Had it been my body they had killed
But it was my soul that was aimed
Though nature was with me
But it was my fate that killed
People often die because of hatred
But it was love that killed me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem