I don't write good,
But for a day, I want to write nice.
Sitting back and have a satisfying food,
Like those whose stars change infront of their eyes.
I want to be known for a day,
Forgetting of how bad I am at expressing.
Still waiting to hear me say.
Can I be a hero.
In a life that is so depressing.
Read me until you feel sleepy,
Or turn off if you don't feel it deeply.
I don't want to force you,
You can criticize me for that is not something new.
Sorry if I by any chance look like a vagabond,
For now life is vague and nothing is beyond.
Let me be the man of the hour,
Nothing but my words to be a flower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem