With coarse grain of envy and theft 
Spotted across its surface 
To let you fall
If evil thinkers scratch your heart 
With sand paper of bad deeds 
Just hold on…
Hold on to hope 
Stick to the truth 
to a good shape 
Sand paper will polish you right 
But crumpled and sagged 
the sand paper will soon wear out                
Beautiful write, Fasika...truthful words...the sand paper symbol has been cleverly employed there...pleasing poem...10
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I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom peeps through your poem. Pricks of life are sand papers that rub off its dirt and dust. CP