I'm not here to blame the stranger
For not serving my life from the danger
Or to curse the denial of my alter
Rather i'm here to preach the magic of this stranger
I was there and i did nothing to help
My head could not think deep
My eyes were there but didn't see the rope
The rope which hanged to death my hope
I'm not here to blame but to tell the truth
That my nose was watching when i lost the breath
All my mouth did was to praise the girth
So i was betrayed and that is the only truth
My hands did nothing not even to punch once
My ears were resting when they took my heart for fun dance
And my legs left me in the middle of the race
No one is guilt but someone did the deface
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem