In my dreams i saw a genie coming to my serenity.
With a so ugly face approaches she tries to taint my sanctity.
She is Suzan like a trash was too smelly and too dirty.
Looking for her dreams pig but no one is worthy.
To be hers, coz no one is lower than her in this clean reality.
So sad, I woo god to bless me just a little pity.
It’s not fair to make a saint like me live with this silly faulty.
Which must be a mean animal keep on kissing the feet just for doing some charity?
But i don’t think a dirty like her would change its bad audacity.
Coz Suzan will stay Suzan and the nasty will stay nasty.
Even she was a blonde or white bought new shoes new jeans, she will stick to be dirty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem