Whose hear me and assists.
When am calling and assists.
And see me and assists.
And have a mercy upon and assists me.
Where I locked.
In the house which blowing smoke.
Millions eyes saw me.
But no hands assists.
Now you gone mum.
Who will assists me...
When I need help.
But I will stay with your true words.
by patric ndidzulafhi munyai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such an interesting poem.... Your words from stanza 2 are very hurtful! ..did that happened in real life?
Thanks very much