you were wrong
in all your assessments
and beliefs
neither was it a family
where you lived in
nor a society of humans
with human hearts
you trusted their faces
but they followed
their own primitive promises
when you told them
'you had a lover', they already knew
you would say that some day
scared of your 'heretic passions'
they offered you a wedding gift-
'brutality cutting the cake of your life'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i know it now. thank you for sharing