Seas are lining our lungs with oil,
That sought for hearing and roar,
That vastly deplored the veins of blood,
Of a human sailor,
Of a friendly man or woman of the winds.
Throw him off the edge of death,
Find him swimming to shore,
As a righteous man stoops to pray,
As a woman combs her hair all her life.
Waves upon waves meet the soldier,
A man as quiet as danger,
One of them who live amongst anger,
And they are in jeopardy of silence.
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I would like to translate this poem
Excellent write Naveed! A a pleasure to read this poem! ! ! Thanks for sharing! ! *10*! ! Best regards Thad