In memory of my younger brother, Basset Elasha, one of our K.I.A.
lads nipped in bloom.
Who should've gone in a joyride
But they had built them cemeteries
While they were alive
And never did
When they died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice tribute and worth reading… Voted 10+ Ms. Nivedita UK