I am as Harvest of a 'Research Land', am I?
was always, time and again upheld for that's why?
My kith and Kin.. if you are not Sick and Sin,
This is modern world GOD I am born in this time why?
I am already burnt enough, yet the rules look so fake they crack,
What can be in this Search as much to fetch them as they seek?
I wished those deserts so God for I can be with that,
Even if I am as so burnt and in ever ever so Hot!
Give me not any fresh breath God, for it was all so stole,
Just give me a Second that me, and them so they can find my Soul!
for it is not any filial thing for one to rekindle as real!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem