The eyes of a cowering child
With his boundless purity
On whom fate had smiled
But whose hate was cultivated by maturity
Is he wrong because he failed?
Wrong because he did badly?
After all, whose respect had he trailed?
Was it not you who hated him so madly?
All he wanted was to be loved
All he wanted was to be guided
He wanted you to care for him
But you were too one-sided
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem