The wind from this room,
is swirling in this room
The heat from this room,
is burnt in this room
The light from this room,
is dead in this room
The hunger from this room,
shed blood in this room
Sure!
We need
to open the windows next time.
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I would like to translate this poem
The rustic thought of human being and the life style that we have today is really like a room without window and Zaw is knocking to open the window your presence is required with the world where we live break the silence free your thought as we have became the slave of our horror world very nice this simple poem keeps ample message rating i think must be max God bless you keep on writing