Our wishes
Are treated
Like varnishing line
Of streak on water
Its splendor we want
To hold and feel
But only was permitted our nose
Who made Life
This terrible
For us to wallow in
And denied us
our deserved Needs
Who made Life
This terrible
For us wallow in
Is it fate
That assures us with hope
Or our destiny that's unseen
And we pray for it goodness
No
Its the changed
The ones entrusted our lives
Why should they leave
our longed for Hope
To deteriorate
What good would help do us
When dead we've become
From the strangle of our plight
Tell the once promise giving mouth
To not forget our pains
Tell them
Uncared for we are
Denied of changing touch
Tell them to remember
That our lights once shone
For them alone
And our shoulders was made their lift
As comrades that would sooth our plights
Tell the changed
To not forget us
As they once pledge
In their maliflous vows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem