The sun is hot, scorching
Burning my skin, burning me
Yet I do not feel the heat,
Feel the blisters on my skin
Harsher suns have burnt my heart,
Killed my feelings,
Left me empty and full of longing
And life seems to have lost
All its meaning…..
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I would like to translate this poem
The title drifts away literally in meaning than its inner connotation with your icicle of emotions that cools off sun also like that of a tea...which has risen templates in ur heart rather than the tea-cups...so the trauma inside is more than the torpedo outside...lamenting the loss of a tormented mind due to natural sorrow...very touchy indeed...10 plus..