I have neither a tongue to speak, ...
...nor the courage to publish,
What I see in silent eyes, ...
...what I hear from silent voices,
Chill runs down my spine, ...
...to speak the truth,
When I try to muster courage...
...to write it in my poems.
The hands that rocked the cradle...
...are broken,
No more the babies within us...
...hear the sweet lullabies,
Their fathers, mothers, and sisters...
...are shrouded in gloom,
Our babies lack lovers, as such...
...they don't get a kiss,
None is there to make them smile.
If a lover can't be got, ...
...this world is worth naught
The devil has taken the lot of space...
...in our hearts,
Pure at heart, ...
....in search of the peace and love lost...
I surely wish to break and enter, ...
...and kill the devil in my heart.
They will catch me, I'll be hung, ...
...if I speak for love and peace,
Here every tongue and every pen...
...is under surveillance...
...of demagogues,
Hatred, fear, terror and prison...
...cursed on people must be flung in air,
Roses and jasmine will again start filling...
...with fragrance our air.
Mykoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem