I remember fighting with you on that hot summers day,
But the rest is a mystery.
I remember drawing our swords to battle,
I guess the rest is history?
We fought relentlessly until the sun went down,
I remember the searing pain I felt,
I remember every stage of the tussle,
Even you strangling me with your belt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem