Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.
One road goes to a funeral
ground, other to a temple without
any deity. What path will you take?
There was no ceremony
to remember the panlove or a holocaust.
I want a shoulder to carry my broken bones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A prudent write worthy of deep introspection! Powerful ending! !