Today I wept. It was
not my pain. Was it a right to murder?
If you were me, would you stand on the pyre?
Unequivocal, someone
commits suicide. The swaying body
tells the history of home.
Vultures are sitting in
a group. Why one has died because
of the debt? God would pay off?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem