Coughing my sins onto the floor,
I roll on, in pain.
Lunatics around amused by the sight.
Someone kicks me,
I laugh in sheer contempt,
As my naive tormentor gazes on.
Suddenly I wake up,
Remove all my filthy clothes,
Disappear into the crowd.
A toddler comes crawling,
Smearing my sins into its face,
Spits on the faces of the lunatics around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem