I share my play in the wilderness,
Forested by bitter herbs and shrubs
I hide and seek in a sweet game,
With brethren, together born and bred!
I hit the books before the keyboard,
On my marks I get set before the go,
I compete, work hard and run hard,
Focussed; straight on my own line!
My humble touch, just an accident;
Unavoidable collision at modern age,
Excuse me please, should I differ-
With you, both in mode and means.
Coupled with conflict of interest-
Battle of wits, I hate when it hurts.
If I control it, what a good game!
If it controls me, what a bad ending!
Yussuf Muktar © 2013.
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I would like to translate this poem
straight on my own line, good write, thanks.