O You are mine
And I am not yours
Alas,
Bag and Baggages no more.
To wait and watch
is my work.
I am not alone
for this work.
As you see
there is dark.
The prayer I offered
concealed me.
And I turned to violent.
What is good and
What is bad
You to decide
The Sun never set
Until then mind it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem