hunted  by a past which was 
not mine
scarring the future i 
look forward to
years ago, 
i was just an 
onlooker
and today, 
that past seems as 
real...
i was born to be happy
it was their making never mine
i have to face this fear
that keeps scarring me 
Now!                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    