Though my skin is dark,
my heart is pure with love.
For those who appraise the beauty by colour,
We should know the same God created the black too.....
Give your compliments to living ones
Don't wait for their death to be eulogistic
Let it be black or white,
Understand beauty is fatalistic.
See how the moon is happy
with the nebulous darkness that holds the frame,
Will the stars be beautiful?
without the darkness we blame
Beauty is hidden unless,
you go deep to find it in ones heart
You can take your time until
The heart pulsates up to last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem