I have lost the hands
Which used to hold me tight
One loss more
Will be all right
As I am habitual
I shall endure
As my heart has already dried up
No more it works
My eyes have become stone
Tears will not roll
Give me pain
More pain
I feel not, any more
As I am in faint
wow.. perfect combo of words and feelings..nyc work..
Pain is the cruel feeling. If we do not feel the pain, we may not feel the pleasure as well! Nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A completely different perspective on pain - done very well.