you ask me a question
i give you an answer
still unsatisfied with
whatever is it you are
longing for
never been doubtful
to anyone but you
are seem to become
creative as you have
tried to be
step by step i take
do you follow each
and every of it
i am not of your own
if i am selfishly
hiding another side
or color of me
would and should you know
in a glance
if so and not then
you are as cold as
a dead man
you've been lied
you've been deceived
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem