Weak mind and dirty thoughts are the
Biggest curse ever happened
it's turning to what she intends
Is of a greatest disaster
One can be never at peace
When his 'piece of meat'
Is a weak composition
At first he will choose one thing
Then he go to another
Then when he is upto see the another one
He will turn into like a human chameleon
Like he is of a man
With no identity of his own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem