The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment,
For their beauty is their curse;
One can not listen to the cry,
As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,
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I have been trying hard to fight with them but I have often been misunderstood. Many times I have thought to leave the sphere but that has not been possible. I have nothing to lose if I treat them the way they treat me. Let me see how long can I survive here?
Yes, this has become turned into a nasty world. Your poem has very candidly addressed the fact. Top score