I am happy that I look ugly
And very few will look at me.
No compliments for fair skin.
No amazement for great height.
A frog-face with a desert head
And the rest too looks awfully bad.
My beady eyes look around
And glean joy from the world found.
I never go green with a handsome envy
For ugly as I am I may create super beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem