the people who knew my father knew a strong and courageous man. I don't resemble him one little bit. I've come to realise this with every passing day since he died. today I saw the lad who once came to my house to beat me up and my father went out of the gate and belted him one and after that I didn't see him for two decades, but today I saw him again. I saw him in the graveyard, at his father's grave. he didn't dare come up to me
because behind me was my father's
grave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem