There was tussle between he and hisThere wasThere was tussle between he and his
His quality of spree plunged his
Mother's life into a tinder.
He was fully at quaff.
He was not acolyte for excuse this.
That enticed him maraud money,
He found a skew way and he did
Browbeat his mother.
There was spat between them;
She had being showered with
His heart became wooden.
He saw her mother as only a tinder
He smashed her life by fire tussle between he and his
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem