You could say sorry,
But quite surprisingly,
You behaved as if I were guilty,
This was nothing but your hypocrisy.
So many times I forgave your mistakes charitably,
But you like Lady Macbeth kept on being a brownie,
You should’ve stopped playing games with my sensitivity,
Instead you went from bad to worse at last!
You mustn’t disregard that the Almighty is there,
Think of the afterlife, not of the fleeting life here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem