I would walk
With both my hands filled;
One with a fiery lamp,
Another with bucket of water.
For, what I want is to burn down
The glorious heaven;
And to,
Extinguish the fires of hell.
Call it my deepest desire
Or bizarre temptation.
All I want,
Is to fear no God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A bizarre temptation indeed! An insightful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Eshita. Please read my poem CHILDREN OF CRUEL FATE.