I had to write about myself,
It was not an easy task,
I began to write with my dearest pen,
It was surprising that
Only good and amiable qualities of myself came in my alert mind
And I Wrote those quickly on my paper.
But there were many harsh and unpleasant characteristics too in myself,
Which I did not depict intentionally,
I was certain that if I had to write about another person,
The matter would have been different;
When I finished the task,
I read it again and again and frowned myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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