It was the last scream..
It was real or a dream..
The scream was painful and loud.
It could be hard in the world's crowd..
But after listening to that we just ignored
Like everybody is living without any soul..
It was painful..
It was frightful.
It was the last scream..
It was real or it was dream.
The scream was silent had no sound..
It could be heard but just fell on ground..
It was painful but cant cry..
To protect itself it cant even try..
Again a tree fell in front of my eye..
I neither helped nor try..
To stop there are many other scream..
It is the reality not a dream..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem