Every morning I look out the window
You are wandering around like a ghostly shadow
The tenderness of my dried roses is the same
Tears fall - I am very embarrassed.
I hear your footsteps in the deserted silent street
Suddenly the dog wakes up and barks at you
I hear you are constantly coughing in your sleep
The chest hurts like your breath - the darkness is pale.
Your body is trembling in the bitter cold
I think you are hungry - you are spending sleepless hours
A nest of dew in the form of gems shining in a bunch of light
O my brothers, tell me where your house is.
With the gaps in your torn shoes
Dirty water is entering the alley
Walk restlessly with a burden on your shoulders
The rogue cut a whistle and spread it.
The oil is gone so there is no light in your house
I think my mother is in your sick bed at home
Blood drained from your arteries in factory labor
I think of you all the time - sighing in pride - alas.
I think about you, I'm angry
I want to come closer to you
Only Antarami knows my desires
Silently drawing you in the mind
O my burdened brothers
I kiss your slender hand
I say in a soft voice, 'Love', don't be elusive.
I want to sacrifice in this life
Achieve what I have done
We will fight together in the huge battle of the world
Let's make a bet in pairs
Every day at sunrise dewy morning
I want to wear the petal-tip of my victory
In your forehead.
You don't have to go to the factory
You won't be beaten at home, mother
The oil will not run out in the cup
The revival of light will shine
There will be no starvation
You will not be in constant danger of coughing
My homage, O brothers, is only for you.
nice poetry