Lost who I was to the wind
The innocence of my childhood I gave at an early age
The laughter that accompanied the age of a child
The innocent mischievousness of a little child these I gave out
Rejected and branded out of the uniqueness of my person
My confidence slowly crushed into nothingness
The boldness of my age flew out the window like a ghost in the middle of exorcism.
My early days, even till my young adulthood filled with lust.
Lust for wealth, lust of the body
Lust for power, lust of genuine love
All accompanied with a plastic face of smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem