Dead, am I
For, I've lost my senses -
To see, to hear, to taste, to feel, to smell.
If I had not,
I'd have changed my world.
Dead, am I!
For, there are poor -
Seeing me, hearing me, tasting me, feeling me, smelling me.
But, why do I not care?
Dead, am I!
Will I live anymore?
Will these bones awake? Arise?
Gain to sense the pain around?
Seek the love to speak around?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
THATS BFUL...SIMPLE AND TASTEFULLY DONE... :)