Give the broken glass to me
So I could taste the blood of my soft lips.
Give me the rusty plate made of steel
So I could know the bitterness of the cheap iron.
Give me the broken arrow in battle
So I know the true color of the defeated and lost freedom.
This poem somehow made me think of M. Ghandi. I think is a huge wisdome here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gripping, deep and from the heart. Much enjoyed. tfs