I was exiled from the noteworthy
world
I had not grown into the future
Steps.
I was not glamour for a good
look of my personality.
I had never wasted my time, i was
on my path
And i am not committed to
any attempts of exhaust myself
My mind was dirty
I returned to a world without
world
It was tarnished or colourless.c
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem