I am not a weak man
Who will attempt suicide
But like to die soon to be
With my dear mentor and guide
It is very difficult to
Face daily insult and hate
From my own people and I am
Living in a very low mental state
I have lived enough
With struggles and pains
I am bleeding all the time
With more losses and less gains
Hope He will take me
Into His arms and love me
I pray in loneliness for help
From this world to make me free
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem