I dipped my hands in the poison
And drank the sacred water of the pond
I have no wings to fly in the sky
I have travelled to the horizon and beyond
I have my soul cut into pieces
My body has wounds inflicted by those
Who tried to take away what I had
Who sang song of love and were very close
Slow death I have been dying
Since the day I was born to a poor mom
Each passing seconds pricked my
Heart to bleed and I could not keep my calm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is Beautifully Brilliant TFS Anil