Like we began at first,
you severed my wings when i was about to fly
and you pained me, as if you never erred.
When this life takes the gradual twirl,
you will wither as if you had not
earned your way through it.
When this souls takes the extended sleep,
my episode is closed and
my tears are wiped over and so opposed,
but your miseries will live on....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem