Got crossed on my way,
a useless and dark mimic.
Close beside me all day.
Its communication’s all greek.
Sprang a surprise though,
Kind of a duplicate- of me.
Stopped and clamored “GO”,
Stubborn, and also made decree.
Finally got a whip- darkness,
It immediately fled.
In my hidden place came boringness,
More worse except in Bed.
I got to surrender to my identical comic.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem