I will not be sent to hell,
for the mistakes I have made,
I may have the rebirth,
to live the life of inferno.
On earth, the hearts may burn,
the thought may tremble and be torn,
the notorious highways have foul smell,
all these apartments drains are clogged,
Eating the fruits, not knowing of pesticides,
roaming in the beach, soaked in radioactive trace,
mutated cells multiply as the rocket speed,
Human have felt the hell after every encounter,
My Gods want me as pure as they themselves,
getting rid of evil notions and hidden monitors,
viewing the barren visuals and the hormone rush,
the hell is on the earth, nowhere else.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hell is on the earth nowhere else. We all spent our designated time in there.