Why is it the pain in my heart especially strong today?
Why is my heart wrenched apart today than ever before?
Why does melancholy penetrate my every nerve today?
Why are eyes raining bitter tears today?
The burnt face of the roasted boy glimpses before my eyes,
And the odour of smoke emanates from his smoked body;
I faint virtually from the sight of these visions;
I feel he tried to cry out his eyes when fighting the flames,
That consumed his life and his dreams about living -
A joyful and peaceful life - a lost dream of his people!
Mykoul
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A breathtaking poem! Thanks!