I will perish in its fire
I am about to be separated from my soil
Even after death I will spread light
I am about to be given to my idol
The hands are no longer raised at the time of prayer
I am going to be a prayer myself
Leaving the head of this awareness
Then I'm going to be obsessed
Rasheed Sandeelvi
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem