One luke journey
Driven through cold sighs
Alternate therapy with weeds
Replenished fury
Of souls that stay in woes
Like less tender gaze of guilty
Amongst dreamers who swore
Revengeful returns
Whiningly uttered cries of hounds
breaking through the bloodsheds
on the doors of preys
Screaming tense voices
Behind walls of sands
Prone to storms with desperate ascend of birds
This bitter song is battle slogan raised
By shackled desperate
who cursed his feverish life
In memories of independence
inherited in posterity
As he comes down
For his sacrifice to be paid back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem