I need
no water or
wash cake to
cleanse off
the dirt
you throw at me
They do not
reach out to me
for that reason
neither a towel
I need
What is there of
to wipe?
Soiled your words
you remain
The Soul
never get soiled
December 21,2022
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
True...soul always remains unaffected...better to shirk soiled words..nice title