Today it is pain vs. pain. Some times
it is difficult to taste the words. How many
lives will pass through many slurs?
Between the instinct and the
genius stands a wall. Memory will swipe
away the war of blood and salt.
Ah the incendiary mind
of a broken man will give a parting
kiss of natural end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem