Me you call
Begging for re-union
Though our marriage
Was of eyes and onion.
You said am rude
And lacked respect
Yet ironically you claim
No one is perfect.
Even the moon
Has its darker side
You saw not your ills
Because of your pride.
Now you want to lean
Against cracked wall
Do you want it
To crumble and fall?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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