What a lovely soul
but have awful name.
A soul that is diligent
but have a lazy name.
A name that fits a GAINT
given to a human being.
They say it is a grace to have it
to me it seems is a name
That decribe who I am.
They say they know why I am.
But when they call me.
They yell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem