I've hold all the poison
Possessed by your body
You are innocent, weightless
And free from thunder-shade, now
From this joyless earth
Goddess has turned away her kind face
So depression is here
The arrow seems to be grief-carrier
That running towards you
Believing you are an armor
You never touched the poison
That possessed by my body
Rather you always doubt on it.
ah! without a returning you have sacrificed only; yet it's The achievement to you! It's a very nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true love never longs for returning. Thanks for your lovely comments.