My hearts is a graveyard: It has swallowed Both good And the bad Humanity could offer.
My eyes is a heavy rock Which purified the sorrows My heart harbours To become droplets Rolling down to quench The thirst of mother earth.
When you remember a poet, Remember his pains Are relentless.
My hearts is a graveyard: It has swallowed Both good And the bad Humanity could offer.
My eyes is a heavy rock Which purified the sorrows My heart harbours To become droplets Rolling down to quench The thirst of mother earth.
When you remember a poet, Remember his pains Are relentless.