Complaint to God

Don’t consider me mean if I ask

What I got for my purity, for innocence

But with such pain that disappears

Only to come back soon

I beg some happiness!


Do you see twinkling stars in my tears

So don’t prevent them?

Or there’s sweet music in my wails

That you don’t curb them!


My heart has turned into a crater

That deepens with each sorrow:

When the volcano will erupt—I know

Like a corpse you’ll remain unmoved

For my burns fate will stop

Supply of balm


You will look on!

Complaint to God

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