I was intended to gloom
Contented to the contents
Of aspirations.
I favoured to walk through a
Lonely field of my life.
My quietness was absent.
There occurred a entire gamut
Sounds.
I prepared to stand alone.
But it had created gamut
Criticism.
The mouth was good but the
Tongue was mostly
On doubt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem