Memories is not my thing,
Understanding is my thing.
Sometimes I talk too much,
Actually I express my opinion.
Now than, do not work to
Deceive me, I know better.
However, I swallow my pride,
Love everyone around me.
Observing nothing bad or
Very sad. Just beauty and
Ultimate God like behavior.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem