It is self deceit
When pass on the bucket
Full of water
To alter
You can gain no sympathy
For treachery
Deception
And inaction
How can we leave behind?
All that has been followed as blind
Knowing very well that they are sins
And world has suffered since
We want to claim innocence
And blame world at once
Forget not we are very much part
Right from beginning or start
Nothing can help unless
Searched through heart and face
Express helplessness and compulsion
There shall remain no confusion
We need to reveal
And feel
The truth at heart
With simplicity of clear human art
Romeo Della Valle Thank you so much dear brother Hasmukh Mehta for your well appreciated comment! PEACE and LOVE from New York 13 mins · Unlike · 1
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I would like to translate this poem
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