Go to her and apologise
the word keep ringing
but arrogance was againt it
after my second aniversary
arrogance left me like an ophan
only to be left alone with a humble heart
where do i start now?
sadness wore me like a garment
like a barren mother
and now my love keeps waxing stronger day by day
All wrongs have i made
surely, i owe her an apology
like Hosea and his wife
Hm! we met, truly we do
she was glowing
glowing i say, like fresh leaves
pleading with the almighty water on my face
and my leg surrendered me onto my knee
Her word kept ringing
'no, I married last week'
you should have come earlier'
saying with the most powerful
sensation of sadness
Hm!
unhealed wound has been made
and a coffin has been nailed
for me to carry till i fade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem