Butter honey on night Palm
Chronic horrible sweet Odour
Fly through the Sky
Turquoise black lecture the Daylight
Big pig is the best Nurse
Sometimes there are cloudy Gloomy
Yet warm on silver moon's Charm.
Some life is like fashioned Waterfall
Why some are like still Stream
Another side of the coin is yet to Show.
Panic is a colonial master of Heart
Death offer survival to the Apex,
Who is strong to smile in face of Death?
Yet ancestors are looking so Odd.
Hot blood drop in the eyes of the Legends
Lagoon flow on the body of the Heros
Only those who survive the Storm
See the dry Land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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