And again birth and death,
Don’t look back.
It is very dark there,
There is hell pitch dark.
People are taken by details
Very little, as slaves.
Their eyes are closed by devils,
Who turn their souls to graves.
The true light is clear
And from below it beams,
If you come over
Sins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written poem.....I liked it.