I need more stories,
more lies.
I need more pain,
more life.
I need them to
kill me down,
walk away and laugh.
Pour me another glass
for
I need more of me
to say,
the child inside me
is not dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a well penned write, Shubhan, concise verse yet showing a deep meaning. I like your poetry (I'm sending you an email.. think about joining my group of poets..) Cheers