Beautiful eyes and lovely curls,
Divine soul full of pearls.
Delicate arms holding globe,
No one for a helping rope.
Sparkling eyes full of tears,
Gazing all men full of cheers.
Betrayed by son and father,
Left alone even by mother.
What is there in a son?
I am not the reason for fun.
He enters the world with praises,
I am gifted with sarcastic phrases.
Preying God to fulfill their pleasure,
Only boys on earth full of hunger.
It’s the time to feel the fear,
Let them live isolated all year.
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