Stays standing only
Unblinking; once or twice
Bends in storms
Then
Gradually becomes straight
Sights of killings, abortions,
Trafficking of Religion Ethics and idiology
The Christmas Tree stays standing only
Muted; never ever moans
At far away, collapse the river banks
And some four or more hundreds of settlements, negligible,
Collapse to follow them.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The Christmas Tree has its merry role for a little while but it has chosen to remain a mute spectator otherwise like man who never gets agitated against excesses being committed all around: Sights of killings, abortions / Trafficking of Religion Ethics and ideology / Muted; never ever moans
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