I am nailed to the crucifix,
and set on fire,
am bleeding to death,
and the poisoned water
burns my throat,
a raised gun aims my heart,
arrows crisscross my torso,
an axe is raised to chop my head..
leave me alone,
without all these too....i am already dead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very sad poem seema.very touching ...................................cheer up