I burn my blood to compose a poetry
I am really angry and I want to kill myself
War has destroyed my sweet home
I see cowards laughing all around.
I am really angry with myself
I am helpless and can't express myself
War has destroyed everything of my life
I am now under the shelter of a tree.
All my poetry books are now on fire
Do you listen to their cry and screaming?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wars destroyed races, cultures and one day the humans in whole; if not for wielding pens catapulating powerful wordly bombshells. Great poetry. sathya narayana