On this Arena stage called world
where my life is being staged
Drama of an unqualified author
The end shall do the justice
An unexperienced scenographer
Who choses my tears his props
My health his architecture
My problem his costume
My sorrow his scenery
My shame his make-up
Who is going to watch such a dreadful play?
Oh! I forgot! !
The world is ever ready For a scornful play! Play on! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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