Like dark forests, they spread,
all around your head!
Ready to lay their lives,
expecting no return, not even a paise!
Burning alive, protecting you.-
Are these little soldiers, blond and blue.
devouring the dust,
with no time to rest..
and giving you glaze;
are these little snakes!
drowning in the rain,
they take the pain..
to cool your head from heat again!
But atlast they are paid!
From a man who call's his shop saloon...
funny name for hell they think!
before being cut with no time to blink! ..
-yadu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem