These are my drops of my tears.
Are coming from my eyes.
From my only two eyes.
Eyes which are overloaded.
Eyes which are trying to stop this river.
Trying to seek happiness.
Trying to find way out from the hell.
Trying to own happiness world.
My eyes are overloaded.
What they can't tell?
They knows every colour.
They knows everything.
My eyes are overloaded.
Poem by patric munyai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem