A wavy mirror,
at the room corner.
It never reflects straight,
of a true image.
A beautiful girl is reflected ugly,
making her feel so sorry.
A slim woman is reflected fat,
making her feel so sad.
An ugly person is reflected uglier,
making himself so much scare.
A crooked mind
filled with slime
of jealousy, bitterness and hatred,
which hurt not only the health,
but also the soul of person who harbors
whose sins the Almighty God abhors.
A crooked mind when reflected in the face,
are frown, anger, tenseness in painful grimace.
A crooked mind and a wavy mirror
are very similar.
Both make the things twist
and look very grotesque.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem