sometimes I need not cry
to show how angry am I
I need to sing again
Or shud I sing no peom again
I need not cry no more
or how sad I will be
Its has affect me already
so, i wont cry no more
Its hasn't gone to that
its does'nt matter again
so, stop this insults
or maybe get a new step
I might be ugly and shabby
I am an idiot and a sickhead
I know that even gurreller's face
have learn to see reasons
and I found a theory
that condemn my love for you
that cause you to be my mother
that makes me feel ignorant of facts
that an ugly son can not attain
the reachness of the sun
and the abode love of a mum
so stop this insults
and I won't runaway
nor will i cry away
stop this insults
or get a new step
I now know myself
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