If you had a heart, it would have melt
And you would have felt
That it was in luck
You were stuck
But as you grew old
You couldn’t see the gold
Or may be because of previous weak bond
You were afraid to hold a diamond
You let go so precious
With your decision precarious
You are the only loser
Being a deserter
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem