Is this my fate?
Attempts to dissuade
Him to eradicate
Of disregard myself
Whither thou go?
Don’t I entice thy demise?
Just hope thy rigid demise
Melted by purity and gaze
Perjured myself do you?
Front adore me
Back Stab me
Is this my fate?
Such as a widow I
Deep longing inhale the same air
Bestow myself to kneel
At thy thralldom of throne
Forlorn me, myself and I
Stiff standing straight
Keep it and hold it
‘till the end of world-misery
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem