I'd have flirt around with lies,
Enjoy the comfort of realities
Drag truth on dust and in mud
Since time hangs not all days
As some seasons are forgotten
Had I known the ways of life
I'd have stepped softly on toes
Just like visit to bee in its hive
To avert all these grave woes
That hunt my peace in pieces.
Madness is a natural spirit,
Its inborn and as well aquired
When caused, it triggers,
When hot, its managed thus
Truth is inevitable.
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I would like to translate this poem
nice poem, you have expressed your feelings very well in the poem,