Whilom should've said it- herald,
Before we begin, only if i ever knew,
It was meant to be 'to end' out of the blue.
It might be a delicacy for you,
You'd never know how-
laborious it was though,
To get with this all through.
Sorry, it wasn't leaning, so I'd tilt.
I slant the way of how I feel,
Through thick and thin.
Til, I live with the ink of
My thinking- I truly deserve to win.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem