All I need is a purified soul and mind..
Free from disgust and all the crime..
Feeling lonely at all the stakes..
A feeling to end it all and mend my mistakes..
I need a divine soul..
To end up my sucking role..
The need for that soul craves me like hell..
Because from the past I was a great rebel..
Hardships are all I need to taste..
Rest all my life is becoming a waste..
The power to fight is ending in me..
All I want is to be free..
Alas! No one can mend my dreadful pain..
As all my life is messed up and in vain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem