Walking lonely by the city,
memories hurt him inside.
He sees the world with pity.
Living within a disguise,
desperate for demise.
Weeping within, smiling outside
‘'I shot a mother without mercy
In the name of democracy"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Walking along alone. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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