Hellow, i took a pen to write a story,
the story that seemed scary,
but liked by those bully,
Now they want another story,
The story that gave them money,
money that brought them honey,
the honey that made them hurray,
Now am a wanted as i refused,
the story came from my brain,
which accereleted to my hand,
decorated with my pen,
through my fascinating fingers,
Something shocking can't be the pleasant catastrophe at all. Better you yourself try to be a story...no need of writing then. Regards, pranab
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I would like to translate this poem
its a good mixture of words, nice rhythm continue