I do not shout my worth
To those chagrined
And envious of my soar
So that they will not hurry Mr home.
All my dreams fulfilled and not fulfilled
I let them gorgeously sit
In a silk cocoon.
Many times
I have been charred
By the flames of fire
Now every ash is a scare
And in my story some stories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem