The raindrops felt more like
Tear drops and the crocodile's eyes
pouring down, resonating victory
in an awkward blink of the eye.
they wrote of how death felt
who asked death of what it did?
walked in with soft feet, no sound
clenched the skull in its claws
poisoning the veins to spread
the numbing chills through the body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem