when you come
with a knife
I wish to be killed
you kicked, and left for ever
a betrayel
a sad cry
and left here
nobody looks
sadly, she come with a pale rose
she knows
they say
we must fight to keep our freedom
, , , woww, , , this is a great write, , , , , , , , loved it, , ,
A very beautiful poetry! peace......with non violence Or gentle victory with no weapons...strong imagery! lovely work!
In our country we once overthrown a dictator with a red rose and a rosary against cannon and tanks, and obtained our vctory. We can win freedom without bloodshed! Thanks for sharing.10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very deep feelings expressed here. The line about the pale rose is especially poignant. Fine work, Thampi. Kindest regards, Sandra