Stop calling yourself a Hero yet am here to call you that!
Stop preaching well about self yet it’s my work to deem it honor about you.
Pretend not knowing self because here I am to do so.
Look, I am a servant,
King’s servant?
A mere servant I guess.
Look, I am bleeding,
No one to cry for,
But many craving to me.
Is this so because I am a servant?
Ooh no, I have no idea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem