That photo on the wall
Makes me recall
The old memories
Of childhood glories
As a child
How innocent I was
Without a trace of
Inhuman characteristics
Just elating the true soul
Of Almighty
But alas!
As the time has to pass
I left my true soul
And fell into
The hands of a Satan
Forgot all the godly
Tributes
That were assigned to me
To distribute
Believing that
I would be a true child
Of my Father
How I repent every time
When I do a crime
Towards the creation
Yet I can not resist
The temptation
Of getting joy
Out of the pains
Of others
Even then
I’m not ashamed
To call me a human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem