I smile like a fool
After all; what are humans for?
But I bite like a stepped-on cobra
When one spites my smile
The hatred in me is like a bamboo
It flowers once in a century
But my love is like the air
Constantly present even when un-needed
Better keep my smile
And avoid my wrath
(12th June,2016; Nsuta-Ash.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem