At Sunset Poem by Mitta Xinindlu
At Sunset
Someone please lend me a veil
To cover this fragile face.
To cover this nakedness now covered with shame.
A black veil is best fitting to wail.
Which colour would ever best suit my frame?
They have me living in anonymity.
My thoughts have been silenced.
I also have my dignity challenged.
Let alone my humanity.
My past deeds do nothing to regain me.
I am sadly left lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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