When the cells of remembrance chemoed
My mother died with my childhood
My father with my valuable possessions
Hanged on the mango tree just before.
My love sucked my blood and bleeded to heaven
Suicide is a rebirth
I kill myself to be your child and love again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
suicide is a sin my dear. It is our ignorance.