Instead of Belgrade -
Belgorod,
Instead of new cloth -
Second-hand.
We lived very poorly -
Desperate,
And no one stretched
The hand.
Throughout the echoes
Of memory,
In bitter and aching heart
A ray of the hope,
Vanishing,
Believed in the victory hard.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ms.Elena, hope is persuading and leading fact of life.one such poem 'Monster Never Behind 'U may pass through. Thank U for sharing the poem.
Thank you, Saji!