Who I Am? Poem by Muhammad Shanazar

A shadeless tree with out fruit,
A thorn that pricks bare sore feet,
A stone that breaks brittle hearts,
A weed that multiplies its seed,
And scatters upon fair fertile land,
In each growing season.

Smoke that makes spheres sable,
A book with the contents erased,
A hand that stifles the fellow beings,
A sleeping lamp emitting no light,
An inventor of devilish devices,
A maker of trouble in each corner,
A being discarded from the Heaven,
A traveller unaware to the destination,
A vial containing no scent or perfume,
A flame that makes the world a hell,
Would that I have shown my worth,
And have added to beauty of the Earth!