When the earth is scorch with dryness
The sky is blamed
When the flowers wither……
the seasons' are blamed
When a wanderer finds not fruit in a tree
He curses the tree with blames
Even the stomach itself blames the mouth
What more…what now…..what happens
Who is to blame for the sins of man?
Deeds of the heart happens from will of the mind
The portrait of reputation is hung on the shoulders of characters
our characters………
Fulfillment of our deeds
Who is really to blame... when a man ends in hell?
Heavens says not,
your blood says never
even the black man denies
Then which soul? What power?
Everybody is to blame when the world stumbles
Cos one thing is certain
When a man ends in hell… He is to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem