Poison poison in my veins
it kills the sense of love that was
and then again the newness
once again sprouts its wing.
The night sings in the
dawn of the truth to be let out when
sins kindle in the heaven spent rays of mercy and
delivers its message of hope
to man-
kind.
And the trees see and are warmed
by the intense
love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem