I have my own attractions
Through eyes ears skin tongue and nose
For sight sound touch taste and smell.
Am I going towards hell?
I know what is desirable for one
Is not desirable for another
My dear, I beg cool air as it is summer.
Who told me I am a fighter?
What is appeared and what is disappeared
Nobody is here to tell me and I am
In a confusion and with no connection.
I know not what for this tansformation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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