Yours own hands once loved me
Cared of me
Fed me
Took me walking to ever green path
In life I found a great rath;
Why are those now keeping me far?
Torturing me more
Throwing me to your hands made fire,
I don't know where to go
Leaving my homeland printed my toe;
I am afraid of those hands will kill me
Will cut me
Will tear me
In your hands made artificial hell
Beside your so called prayer hall.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | 10/06/2017
Poet, it is a really great poem, Those You cared and now murder, so pathetic in tone,10
I am afraid of those hands will kill me Will cut me Will tear me In your hands made artificial hell Beside your so called prayer hall. extraordinary write 1`0
I am afraid of those hands will kill me Will cut me Will tear me In your hands made artificial hell Beside your so called prayer hall. touching poem shared,10
I am afraid of those hands will kill me Will cut me Will tear me In your hands made artificial hell Beside your so called prayer hall.
I am afraid of those hands will kill me Will cut me Will tear me In your hands made artificial hell Beside your so called prayer hall. extraordinary one
Why are those now keeping me far? Torturing me more Throwing me to your hands made fire, I don't know where to go Leaving my homeland printed my toe; greatly done
Yours own hands once loved me Cared of me Fed me Took me walking to ever green path In life I found a great rath; great done
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I would like to translate this poem
I am afraid of those hands will kill me Will cut me Will tear me In your hands made artificial hell Beside your so called prayer hall. ..... tragic in fact and pathetic