I met a girl with beauty's touch,
Of a way, she leaned into a crouch,
Unbeknownst to her, my heart skipped,
And went out of sync like no one anticipated.
A tulip whose glow faded my breath,
In what was a delightful springtime.
Afar, she was an adorable eastertime,
But beyond the glow, there's pain beneath.
When she spoke of her agony,
My heart refused to sleep in testimony.
It was like an unexpected wintertime,
Variation of grief and venom for a lifetime.
Afanwi and family were in hunt of refuge,
A lifeline from the terrifying hooting of gunshots,
When some gun-wielding monsters fired shots,
And alone, she survived by subterfuge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem