The first day,
when i cried beside my mother...
She hug me with her heart,
kiss me in my forhead...
Today,
I got a question paper...
With no question in it...
I searched for it for a long time.....
Now, i have 20...
But, still i am searching for the question..that hided in my paper....
After, when i thinking of the dark souls surrounding me...
They are kissing my hands....and try to hug me with their dirty hands....
At the last moment, i realized what was the question hided in my paper....but unfortunatly there is no time to write the answer.....
My soul is already away from my heart...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem