Oh, lover
Before I reciprocate to your lovely proposal
Let me smooth out
The stalk is full of thorns
The top one is very sharp and red
With racial bias and difference of wealth
The next one is of lust and greed
Green but very stout
There is another one
In between them that is the thorn of creed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem