Three murderers
Are staying with me
Always here.
How to go away
From them
I know not.
At times
I love them.
At times
They give me
So called pleasures.
But I am sure
They are there
To kill me.
No police
No law
Can save me.
I know,
I am dying
At every moment
In their hands.
And they are
Determined to
Take me to the hell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Its very true sir.. Poem Three murders. No police, no law can save us from these 3.