That night was dark
and I was blind
you were drunk
and I was kind
You drove away
you killed her
I saw that but
didnt bother
You hold a cheque
and asked my cost
I say nothing
and you said get lost
I was blind
I was too kind
Then I heard a sound of blast
That night I saw you last
As you know that night was dark
What He saw a another past
Every night that story jus repeat
and what you see a Ghost greet.
7th april,2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem