Throughout the transition
no place on earth is left
where blood is not shed.
Which day should i recount
that has not been engrossed
into the black hole of devil's act.
In a week, in a month or in a year
that is not slugged; except the moment
which has also been painted
by the devil's act, with the blood
of innocent for whom
spring waited to welcome
to play with in lovely garden.
Alas! it has to return back.
Who will shed tears to wash it
so as spring may enter
to watch blooming flower
and play with.
Perhaps, None !
see the cruelty of ours no place on earth is left where blood is not shed. nice thank you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You pointed a harsh truth. It is time now to unite and raise our voice and action all at a time. You may read my poem Tyranny