There is the line.......
The great line,
It reminds me
The glorious history
Of the glorious time,
When everything used to shine
From very deep within,
It was undeniably true and genuine,
Now an insignificant line is trying
To remove it from the important region,
It is the false line of the false time,
That's why it fails again and again
With its utter hypocrisy,
In my wonderful dream....
I always see
The great line overcoming
All the harsh obstacles of falsehood and inferiority,
This enriches my inner realm to the fullest potential.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem