Crushed between the heart and head
I fail to get along with
my own creation
sinister and righteous
that challenges my being
for not meeting her hopes
I did what I could
but how to produce a mate
for her peace and bliss
she raises her eyebrows
and isolates herself as if
I authored all her griefs
now stripped and alone
with hands over my chest
I stand in the street
await the coffin
to reconcile the truths
I could not conceive
-R.K.SINGH
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I would like to translate this poem
Good work, it's honest and truthful yet full of hurt.