Pool of tears
pregnant with pain
born out of hate
intended for the just
whose deeds speaks volumes
across all works of life,
to run our country aground
and raise the banner of evil
will turn cool
and comforting
Never again
will the eggs of good fortune
break on the alter of hate
never again
will gloomy cloud
shades our shinning stars.
may pool of unending tears
turn treasures of unending joy.
This is a very well written poem. Profound and inspirational. Top marks, Okim!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well crafted poem. The people who work for the welfare of their homeland rather than personal interests are the real heroes. A befitting tribute to often unsung heroes!