I moved near the burning train,
and they asked me,
which religion do you belong to?
I chose to stay silent
and when they pulled up my collar
Some words escaped my mouth
and the next moment i was
lying dead into the cesspool of blood
and they never found my dead body
they just found a piece of paper
and it read, 'Hatred killed my own brother'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem