It is dark and dull
It carries the scene of the abnormal and the duels
The flow of its scenery comes with a flood of
nasty blood
When one is inscribed he or she
Feels frightened and threatened
It comes with worried introspection
One inside of it will always feel introverted
The shaded shadows in it are intimidating
And carries deficiency
If one is delicate he or she will be of free
dejected and rejected
When in you can never be out
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem