May end soon
They call me whore
But adore
In night
To their delight
I am seen from one angle
As simple sex symbol
For their joy
And to enjoy
I am served with lavish dishes
But I finish
With sadness
On face
Toss ell body
Daily
To the people of no liking
The thought is always striking
I play on
The game is never won
Life may end soon too
It may be engulfed by gloom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I play on The game is never won Life may end soon too It may be engulfed by gloom