Prayers and tears don't matter
I am still blessed with death.
Prayers meant to keep life smooth
Or to ask for courage to face the truth.
Tears meant to put out the helplessness
And to console myself from the rudeness.
But now time has changed
I am heartily ready for death.
No more tears because I have found my answers,
But still i pray for a faster death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem