True, what you say
O poet here at this moment
I also know all that
But I am helpless
And falling in this net
Still I love life
Still I love truth
But what use
I am going to die
Before you
And in presence of
My wife and my children
Who are ready to
And sucking me till
This last date.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm hopeless, the life is helpless, the destiny is truth-less, so the death is happiness.