We shall not forget
We shall throw away our birthday cake
We’ll wear a smile in disguise
We’ve to hammer ourselves and alchemise
The Cross still dangles silently on our chest
And we pray and eat like a solemn guest
A rape over an old flesh and soul
She put her sobs in an invisible bowl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Amitav. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.