There are questions
That heart won't dare
To mate mind to conceive
Let alone tongue to bear.
Sometimes I wonder
If being is fair or unfair
That the fire on some
Is only quenched by other's tears
Is this an offence
Is any one innocent
Don't the earth wants to hear
The wail of the sky,
And plant and man
Wants to drink her tears,
Even where there are rivers?
We are the casket makers
We are the politrickers
We are...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Simply beautiful. Mind picking :)