I am no God,
I cry when a child dies of hunger,
When a mother sells her infant to the wine merchant, I cry
I have no appetite to be God
And get loaded with gold,
I am happy I have tears, to shed, to comfort
When I try but fail, I cry
While you God, you let the child die of hunger
You do not have even tears.
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really it is heart touching, thanks. Please read my poems and comment.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with feelings....19 human body'gives pleasure to everybody heaven makes no difference when we have lot more to draw as an inference