I am a poet: truly do I know,
That the oppression is enormous,
But I look around through darkness:
I find the moon, the stars are writing,
Unknowing I understand:
I, too, am being written!
My feelings, my pain is being written!
And at this very moment,
Someone calls me O You,
Write every poem in crimson red,
So that every reader sheds blood,
Glittering like crushed rubies.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An excellently authored poem. Truly inspiring....10+++