I write poem for those who sleeps in streets
Who dare not touch petals of rose
I write for those who sweeps early in the morning
Without seeing beautiful sun when it rose
WhenI feel drowsy
I go to the mines to see labors who needs sleep
I never wished to be a poet
Nature made me so
I am a lover of world
And people so
Luxuriesare frequent in our life
They come and satisfy our longings -hide
I write poem for those who left their homes
For war and records
NothingI owned.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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