Grimaced at my bruises on my skin
'Oh, No! Too bad! ', said with broad grin
Stood sad of clumsy colleagues
'I show you what good lashing mean! '
Cold-blooded, adept at his job
Snored and sniffed, monster in plain robe
Adroit hands in cutting flesh
Every lash a dagger to stub
Simple dumb brutal creature
But smart to portray a death picture
'I'll come and give you a spade at dawn'
And I'd dig a grave! The worst torture
A poignant mindbending verse! A dark poem indeed dat makes for a fine poem.
gREETINGS TO THE HUMANITY! so perfect and lovely my country mate you have done a great work here good job
The cruel killing weapon is cruel mind, cruel to others is a invisible weapon that can kill soul deeply even if they alive...Hope we not be a soul murderer, it bleed pain that unseen by naked eyes...One shield we can avoid is love, and forgiveness will make we resistant to any bullet they throw on us, Be strong Asadollah! _Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it was areal thoughtful piece. 10 for it. please read some of mine. :)