Died by your gifted forlorn that came in between me and you
And now watching from heaven the lives you are about to sue
Oh! You were my shell; my lovely home when my grief grew
now realized you killed me and yes I am talking about you—
‘The bloody depression'; the one who is as cold as ice
Kindly beware of him as he can make you blind thrice!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such an impressive start, Najila. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks