Without any protocol
Without any anxiety
She suffers to be bashful
That gets the admiration
Of unhealthy looks
Of dazzling hearts and dreams
Dust has made her soft cheeks stained
Her long golden hair have been discolored
By too much pollution and contamination
Dust had made her like an old peach
Without any color and outdated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem