Invoke your god.
It is difficult to stand alone,
Only puppets come to make a crowd.
As the Icebergs burn,
I collect the roses. I write your
name daily and then forget myself.
How green was my
love, O Almighty Why to walk on
the tightrope to prove my integrity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and thought provoking poem. Well written.