It reflects my agony.
I have no connectivity left
with the broken rainbow in the sky.
When I am shot at,
I tell my pain to my poems. No
more homicides of love.
The penetration of light
drinks the mantras. You invoke
the invisible future. I go inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poetry relives the pain in its own way. Crafty poem.5****