i understand
the struggle of the
misogynist
i am his brother
and i comprehend
how hate was a
seed how it had
grown roots
how it became a
tree
in the midst of
new york
to cope up
to recompense
what and who he
hated
for whatever reason
we have learned to
love
and love so well
to level the field
we have built a statue
for mother
a memorial for sister
and gave an honorary ball
for wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem