The fountain of strength
Lies in the certainty of death
The rope to life
Waiting for the knife
The long cry of the soil
Its eagerness to posses its own
Mans doom by mercy killing
The sweetness of pain diminishing
please write hope renewing poems. Too much sorrow augments pain in us. hard to comprehend the general idea of the poem. May be the sweetness of pain lessens by mercykilling.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks for reading my poems. i like this passage.