For his good
In him I see myself
deeply sad and blind on the eyes
stressed.
Hand in hand with others
making chain.
up and down, left and right
unaware I have to walk.
Other dog, too small and black
is next man.
he whispers: "is this you? "
means Amir.
All of us are victims
to selfish with greed.
Little dogs in the leash
forced to go against wish
I feel you.
forcefully in leash and prisons
I have been.
The little black dogs
you and I know worst part:
"For his good."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem