i write to forget my ugly past
full of sorrow and dirty task
it cannot return and cannot be changed
it gives you pain you cannot sustain
it was the love or just the thirst
i was unable to regain her trust
its the mind not the heart
who is the master of your thought
i am ashamed, shattered and disappointed
for the ill deeds which cant be counted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
all deeds cannot be counted, right..