Being the one, who is not attractive is a 'curse.'
What do I mean its a curse? I mean just that.
Not a 'curse' in a hellish or deadly way but, rather 'I wish I was attractive like most of my female friends.'
How jealous am I of such a beauty, Ill never obtain, no matter how hard I try.
How I wish someone, possibly anyone would take a special interest in a desperate man's vi for the attention, he feels is long overdue.
Is there anyone out there, who understands this 'lost soul? ' 'We' shall never know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem