God, You already have looser.
Never try to go ahead.
Only you will get modesty.
Look your front door,
There are many skeleton.
Look at the back door –
of your king palace.
There are many mosses.
Look at the sky, or
Try to listen of air’s sound.
Some foodless peoples cry.
A teens girls eagerness.
Rain, thunder not come-
By your order.
Your world are becoming small and small.
They are coming now-
Already they have new that story,
How you have make yourself the God.
Already they have knew about your Ignorance.
God, Really you have looser.
I hate you also now.
You have take my pen many time-
From my honest hand.
Now I am put here a gun in my hand.
Look me carefully-
My gun is so danger.
It is full of bullet.
You are a blind,
You are a selfish.
Only a some day
All people will take you,
At the road from your palace.
Where you will flee?
Look at your front-
My pipe gun is always ready.
Look…….look here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem