As trickled tears; cheeks bruised
Cool air felt like mist from a volcano
As like drops of monsoon, whips came
Each for a sin man has ever known.
That for him it was done; a tale eyes told
The poor soils feted his blood the food
As saluted knees- heaviness of the cross
Motherly hearts so loud helped a cry;
The frozen clouds wealthy to drive
And proving his Godly, the sun ebbed
Triggered the heartless; wits to regain
His steep blood untied my bond to sin
While gave me a rosy life his last breathe
Which this moon, I but abuse knowingly
Misspells I; this big day of his born
Looking prayers and praises through,
But drinking, killing and stealing.
I do, I know not what
Forgive me lord! It's 25th December
Thank, pray and praise is of need
Not cheat, kill and blaspheme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Honest confession in poetic lines and form. Thanks for sharing.