so many things i had said nothing is left,
let them do what they are doing they are god and superhumans to be,
so many people died few became immortal,
but i am died alive,
so many homeless people, few homes are formed,
but i am an orphan and destitute born,
so many things i had said nothing is left,
my life ditched by few,
my life so many enemies,
my life twenty four studied by them and ruining it,
my life so many lies,
my life tired and endless fight.
my eyes empty and dry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem