You are not my past that I can
Write a verse on you. You are not
My future either to give me a hope
For a better life. I live in the present
Where shadow of you is usurped by
The greedy sun of vengeance. You
Don't live in me but you walk on my
Body like a scorpion with your sting
Of venom. Your love for luxury is a
Whiff of breeze-untouchable and free.
I did not need you in the past. I do not
Need you now. I am the meadow where
Upon love blooms like wild flowers.
You can't be one of them, ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem