She kissed me, but I, naively, misunderstood
I thought she likes me and our relation is for good
But his jealousy fire was dying and I was the nearest wood
Does hunger, really, push us to taste any kind food?
Silly me I should not have fallen for that pretentious good
It’s all about intention that’s what I have today understood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem