let them talk
i am fool
let them smell
i am stingy
let them see
i am murky
let them think
i am insane
let them feel
i have '' disorder'' in all kinds
let them keep away with me
i am k.j.
let them backbites
let them cut-off my head of reputation
let them criticize for my being indifference
let all their tounge be rottened in a wrangling of comments
let them all be my antagonists
let ther world against my feet
these couldn't kill my rooted passion
in reading books
my burning desire in writing at secluded corner
though i have unlucky personality
i am lucky enough
to have words, my simple thoughts and verses
that can touch the unlucky- character fellow like me
I can melt their hearts as hard as stone
I can shake their numbness like a boiling water
never did I mock them the unlucky like me
and laugh and put downable look
who's therefore a stingy and a fool?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem