Let me post the letter today, I thought
Have not sat hand in hand by the river
With the tales on the wing of blue parrot
For quite some time, now I must deliver
Was about to step out when the scary
Sounds of shooting the blue birds on grass came
Wounds of bullets visible horribly
Patches of thick shadows like fear and shame
The animated flowers and leaves shrank
A small lizard fell on my right shoulder
Right in front of my door some garbage rank
Bitter are the slices of cucumber
How hard it is to go for some water
Expectant blooms in the gloom of slaughter
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem