when i was born
in this world
someone was not
happy with
my smile
my cries during
nighttime till dawn
call the
hard liquor in the house
the drunkards come
teasing
a forlorn man
my mother is still
the most beautiful woman
in the village
rumors come like
storms
the house falls to
the ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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