God knows I was blessed
I won the popularity contest
feed my friends my vital organs
Organise my harvest
Never be alone
or suffered from the sickness others are prone
Blissfully at home
in this tomb of stone.
I live up
to the idol held
no falling abrupt
Sadness will only disrupt
Disfiguratively
your self harming me
Don't go too far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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