it hurt spiritually
it hurt physically
ache in the born marrow
as the massage is send to the brain
waiting to heal tomorrow
it ache more than a broken heart
hurt more than an elegy written to mourn
put fear in the body and,
makes the whole system miserable
it thrust tears out from your heart
welcomes torments and groans
as the body becomes restless in a twinkle of an eye
At the stroke of its madness
The eyes becomes red and soiled its expression
hurt your emotions and feelings
heart beats faster and heavier
Because fear is at the door
if you would survive it or not
But within days, it gone with the winds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem