The poet became miserable


A girl I saw the alley, beautiful
High feet, tight eyes, tight eyes

It was a carpet like Honda's car
He took our hearts with that cute

I said: Madam, you are cute
My heart bite with that look

Said, baby, if a man, come forward
Full pocket, greasy tongue, coming out of excuse

We went to her, one night
Under the quilt, Kurdish

Loved, the heart of the full -fledged poet
I was overwhelming

The day came, with a laughing laughter
He said: The poet! Daddy, yelling out.

I have to say what to say in that space
I knocked on the head, I said, "Wow the soil!"

I was wrong, I came to follow the poem
Not to come for diapers, milk and sugar!