You poisoned my life,
So I take this knife,
And I cut you out...
Cut you out...
But if only I could do so,
Coz you are still there,
Indise my soul,
Haunting my mind...
Killing me...
Forcing me to die…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tortured and emotionally painful write, Krishna... it definitely leaves a scar. Very well done! Brian