Lost under poetry
I felt something touching me
Words controlling my mind
Voices leading my emotions to places I never go
I had no power to recruit all
I had no weapons to defeat
All I had was only a piece of paper and a pen
But mysteriously I didn't had any idea what to do with them
My eyes were tainted with tears
My ears were tainted with noises
I don't know what went wrong
I had no one to beg
If there were someone I would beva beggar right now
As my heart hollowv
My brain so anguished
All tainted down with regrets and sorrows
Lost under the page of lacerations
Under the the magic spell
Boikano Makgai
Yung sword writer
Being a writer ain't just a dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem