Return back to my Hell
Though it isa hell
There is a light to walk and
water to drink
Though there are many thorns and stones on my way
There is away to light and
food to live
The heven may be sweet to stay
but nothing will be given to eat and
nothing will be given to drink
There is a class and
there are many groups of previlaged
Am I previlaged or blessed?
NO, Cursed soul I am and
suppressed man I am
It is safer to my legs and
It is good to my freedom
i retuned to my hell to feel relax in His shadows
[His stands for the leader of all demons]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a different thinking the way it was presented skillfully...........