Worshiping false Gods
Brought up in the wrong hands
Years passed.
Sharing wrong bed
Bore progenies of serpents.
Tilled the soil, In the garden
Grew venomous fruits.
Under the unjust rule
All unjust
Unjust your love and lust.
Past're the years dear
Gone're the days must.
Trust! trust!
For you, 've brought
Nothing abrupt nothing unjust.
New hope, new promisses
New resolution
Of a new morn
And new sun.
Resolution?
Is it new? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hope not yet lost instead of the frustrations in the past.A new year poem very well penned.
Thanks for such nice comment.