The Priest" said, temple to me,
"Devour me; rob me of myself once".
He is my enemy, number one, once
Myself, my enemy now.eats marrows
He lived on me, and I on him.
He worshipped me and I support,
For livelihood and maintenance,
Now he has fallen back to hock me.
There is no worship, worship there
squander the wealth and plunder faith,
They want money from devotees,
no love for me nor for anyone.
For litting lamp, oil is kept,
They lit houses, keeping me dark
temple self for they are in dark,
heart never knowing light within.
See me how they reduced me I stand
Publicly they are shameless men,
Naked they made me a woman now,
they are lo, to husbands, own mothers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem