Salt in wounds
Think of no past
As it will last
With sadness
And result in gloom on face
Who cares for self created smog?
It will result only in joke?
Person may dream to be king of England
But that shall be only dream land
We can sue good words
And look forward
For self elevation
It creates only hesitation
Love has its dimensional angle
Different for each individual
One may say sorry for state
Others may not even relate
World is at cross road
Poor sharing enough of load
Innocents are dying for no fault
Greedy are rubbing the salt in wounds
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World is at cross road Poor sharing enough of load Innocents are dying for no fault Greedy are rubbing the salt in wounds
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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