I feel Some happy poets
Never met tragedies...
So their poems...
Are composed
Of cheerful life stories...
While we suffered...
Hearing genocide stories
Through our childhood dreams
That forth...we started to pen...
Shan't see end...!
Till we sigh...
Still might continue...then
Yelling from our graves...!
' A Soul from Genocide of 1915'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unique perspective my friend!