If I were grilled
You may defeat me with your power
There gruesome malice lives
With your intention -fierce
You may shut me in doors
The guards may not give me drink
But their heart will know
And stoop for sympathy
I'm forced to be grilled
They are forced to keep me
And as long as you'll keep me inside
My words will ring to their heart
Never an oppressor
Will listen to it
But its sonorous sound
Will awake everyone
And then
I see myself
I'm free
I'm free
I'm free
With my words and deeds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
o at last freedom comes on the path of words; ....../// beautiful poem