A boy was burnt alive
Scorched were the clothes, flesh vaporized
Even the bones transmuted to ashes
But something survived
Something survived
From the rotting headless corpses
Engraved on the conscious of time
From the body splitting into thousands of shreds
Each one of them worthless than the other
We wiped out a life
A pair of hands that wrote the songs of freedom
A tongue that vowed to teach this world the essence of love
An eye immersed in the world and its wonders
An ear mesmerized by the melodies of rain
A heart yearning to live forever
A brain entangled in the illusion of being
But something survived
The breath of God
Infused in that unfortunate abode
In one graceful moment of bliss
Is now hovering over the earth
And will continue to haunt and hunt
Every soul soaked in guilt
And the ones who kept quiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem