the unique war of love, simply fatal.
too dangerous & too lethal.
no single weapon is used,
yet, the victim is internally bruised.
no one's blood is shed.
still the victim is no less than dead.
here, heart is the only target.
then the victim is ditched to mourn & fret.
victim wanders like a lost soul,
with dragging legs, like a bole.
forgets the way to smile,
& be happy for a while.
with no hope to go on,
not even wish to live long.
death is the only thing to wish for,
for the victim of love war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem