Pooh earth!
Why did you pray,
and birthed a poet like me?
Why so careless to grow him with fishes?
Look he has turnedthis foolish.....
who plays and swings heavy word?
As naughty child running with sword
Now he jokes at them around
He is got a brain round and,
He is lack human's tempers,
He writes on black papers
For only the blind to see;
fools to know, the learned to disagree.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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