In one white God's unfair, unsound world
I place my real, true friends high above
in my heart as life not lost a battle
on one designed world of moulded frames
and how true my real friends
whose mind, heart, vision and thoughts fair
for sure they not ransack my tranquil life
hold good the true essence of friendship
And their fairness is far above
of the callous painted white temple
of concealed gods whose harsh trumpets
blow the unfair beats of their intenable
supremacy....
16/12/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True this is written nicely.. Great piece KRISTA