Shed not your praises on him
There’s a reason, he seems grim
There’s nothing in him to extol
He carries a curse on his soul
Mere shadow of a man, you see
Lay not on him, such high degree
There ain’t any like him, craven
He wears a mask, just to fit in
A monster, such as him, tamed
He strives, not to be blamed
Feeding his hunger, in the dark
Lurking beneath the civility arc
Judge him not, by any his deed
He ain’t belongs to your creed
A pseud beneath a man’s skin
He’s knows it all, yet would sin
Shun all hopes, bury your trust
Shun him of all, If you so must
He and you are split on a verge
You owe to moral, he owes his urge
There’s nothing in him to extol
He carries a curse on his soul
He ain’t the man, appears to be
Just a shadow of who I used to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem