I will cry and my tears run on my cheeks
Be enemy of food and announced enforced diet
Adverse with my smile and be friend with my grief
Mistaken and I advise you to re- think
I am not what you think, Dilettante
Experimented with my love and now you will test other cup
You will wish sting by scorpion or a mother of snakes
Its lesser then trying my punitive
Butcher is my uncle and *Alshmawi
No need to tell you about the rest
Sad you are perishable man
If I am you, I will run away
These orphan tear for old days
True its lost but I'm sophisticated person
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. Keep on writing it will improve your craft of writing poetry