True people
It hurts
And starts
Thinking about world
And pushing into cold
Nothing matters
Except old memoirs
Where good friend has hurt
And thrown dirt
It affects
Normal act
When one goes deep
And keeps remorse
Mind is not at rest
Despite keeping best
Mood and behavior
It hurts forever
We keep on moving
And proving
That we are human
And true people
True people It hurts And starts Thinking about world And pushing into cold Nothing matters Except old memoirs Where good friend has hurt And thrown dirt It affects Normal act When one goes deep That we are human And true people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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