I am seriously ill on my sickbed in a hospital.
My friend comes with a miniature bottle
And he praises that is the ideal repair kit for the decaying life
And I tasted greedily.
Oh! The miraculous strong alcohol that covers the nagging burden.
This unique, therapeutics formula contains hundred per cent stamina, speeds up
Notions, cracked itchy mind and drag forward to the grounds where the life-war
Continues.
You could fight with the innocent enemy without harming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadness has created this expressive poem. The message is very clear. Write on, Nimal. Kind wishes, Sandra