Even on those days.
When the sky is clear.
And the Sun is bright.
With not a cloud to appear.
To blur eyes from hindsight.
Those who have decided to live their lives,
Telling lies on others are unable to see.
From where and how,
The rays of retribution to them comes.
But will know in which way,
It was done and when to remember it.
Not to be mistaken for a mosquito bite.
Or a bee sting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem