Oh the stone heart!
When you roll from the top
In a gigantic speed
The lives killed by you
Can't be rebuilt.
The buried lives may once
Rise and look from the top
To see you lying down,
Not knowing how to climb up.
See, even the small life has
A heart to feel and weep,
Will the free flow of tears
Falling from the small lives
Melt you stone heart?
There will be moisture in side stone ... but some hearts are steel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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