When you said, "Bug off", I came out in pain.
Not once or twice, several times youranger
has stung me like a scorpion to strain
within for dropping an awkward clanger.
Being stolen over me by some langour
I see your smiles and rise with a rattling verve
to cry against the unruly with nerve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem