You were helpless; Life seemed more painful than death.
To the souls who cried, to the souls who died.
I pray for you in silence…
I have never seen you…never have I died…
But your tears dampen my soul…and I feel pain…
I pray for peace to be with your souls now in death …
That life had deprived you off…
May God be by your side...
Your live’s, your stories, your dreams and your tears…
Are not forgotten…
They compel me to be more human …
Than what I am..
I don’t feel lucky to not have seen, what you saw….
I don’t feel blessed, cause I was spared of the curse,
That befell on you…
I feel…wish I could bring some love…wipe some tears..
While I live…till I can…
You and me. We are all the same….
The one’s who treated you differently; they were God’s lost children..
I don’t know if you believed or gave up on prayers…
Yet I pray for you…
Our only religion is 'Humanity'…And I shall always pray…
Cause I am related to you….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem