Is he black?
I don't know,
He calls me repeatedly to accompany him,
But I can't decide,
As I know the harsh time,
It's cruel and treacherous,
I ask my inner self anxiously,
"What shall I do? "
But it remains silent,
Still I wait and wait patiently
To get the right answer of my question from my great soul,
But being impatient he gives up hope.
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I would like to translate this poem
souls are purely imagery and can have no colour AA Rrrrr DID YOU NOT REad my poem use your brains now pl do so kindly