The pain that is promised
Has lost its way
She bethinks herself
Of the atrocity
That prevaricates
With its own vile wickedness
But the burden
Of her aching limbs
Never abandon
Her colourless heart
That can burn itself
With the brightest flames
Now she is mourning
For her bliss
Where scars are nowhere
For the virulence
Heals them all
Written on the night of the 27th of June,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem