Trying To Save My Love, Poem by Liza Sud

Trying to save my love,
I take pen of my dad.
it will cut and will make
the steel spearhead of my fate.

Blade, as ruthless as death,
leaves a mark on forehead
culprits of the past loss
run as shadow on earth.

Sharpened metal, spin, twirl!
Pierces the flesh, the wide-open.
As if I torment her,
and the cut slice I chop.

Thus let my precious feather
be untouched by rust, pain,
when the welcoming insides
will take us to the vale.



translation from SST