"Have I lost my name? "
They criticize me very often,
It grieves me always,
Being very anxious,
I ask this question to my great mirror,
It answers me affectionately,
"You are still very important
And you have more spark left."
Then I become calm and jubilant,
As I know my honest mirror always speaks the truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Self image is always an important log To accomplish things that are meant to be yours. World around destined to through stones But I have to make a way through the fog. Admirations.