I smelled the armpit of life;
It was bad!
I stand, like a villain, in your chaotic lines, chanting the mysterious rhymes of love that bewitch your mouth to erode an Abiku-like smile.
I am in your heart— I am your thoughts!
Rocking you before the mirrors of introspections like
The lines of Beautiful Nubia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem