I was born in the left side of these right-handed world,
Despite having my innate modesty-
Discretion was imposed on my grace of integrity.My progenitor forbid me to perceive the world,
Life is wrecked on the edge of being Verdict-
Surviving on the plot of truth was hurled,
Not thou but I, realised to be THE convict."Had I committed any fault by birth, Mom?"
Or shalt thou detested me since mín genesis!
"Aren't am I thy daughter, Dad?"
Is there any dearth in me for thyself?Ne'er perceived of what my abode thinks of-
Subduing my affections and infatuations,
Stayed inferior to my duties toward my life
And gave myself the Love that nobody strive !
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐤
Şiir❝𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲? 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤- 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤! 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡...