See those wandering souls
torturing under a fiery rain
they never gave to the poor a nickel
so left they were with no penny for the Ferryman
Δες εκείνες τις περιπλανώμενες ψυχές
να βασανίζονται κάτω από μια πύρινη βροχή
δεν έδωσαν ένα κέρμα στο φτωχό
έτσι δεν τους έμεινε για τον Βαρκάρη μια δεκάρα
Your short works are highly expressive! Brilliantly penned my friend...10
so left they were with no penny for the Ferryman, greatly penned, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poetic is this poem....fine write...dear poet...
Thanks a lot Prabir