Why are you sitting
On the stairway to the heaven?
Who has thrown you here?
I thought you
Would be sitting next to the God
At his feet over there.
Because,
I have forgiven you
For all your rude
And unbelievable behaviour,
As I understood that
I was romancing a solid rock ever,
Made of magma,
Having no heart,
No passions,
No emotions,
No arousals,
No instincts
And
No character.
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I would like to translate this poem
Having no heart, No passions, No emotions, No arousals, No instincts And No character. unbelievable work.......bt still requires improvement