She called you many a time
Never knew what you've been for
She tried and tried to reach to you
'Cos she knew only one thing
Father of a child you are.
She called you again and again
But like no father of her
You left her alone in this wild world
World that was waiting to eat
Her flesh of God, mersilessly.
You didn't even care!
It's the cry for her soul
A daughter to a father
A cry longing for a father
Yes, she died but not her cry.
It still echoes all around the corner
Seeking the arms of protection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a peculiar though well projected. shan