Ever since we first met
year
after year through out
those good years
your one blinking eye
I have closed.
Then we converted to Islam
while
eating delicious rare pork
if not, then we would have died
by servicing
rich boys and talking secretively
side by side
fingers lost deep inside
the once living
now dead
shriveled up rose
back then all we talked about
was why sould we
be forced to commit suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem