As I walked profusely, On the streets, I thought little children, Would see my visibility, Yet none did! I thought of a beautiful girl, To marry, Yet none cared enough, To look on me. Till I amassed my strength, And pulled down, The citadel! As they talked, One fell in love, With my enormity! And I grabbed, And moved on!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem