when your life cycle is at its nadir,
how doe your face look like,
it is a good sight for it is a rare sight,
your well wishers, detractors both sweep a
quick glance on you,
or even more mischievous put a long gaze on you,
it is insult to injury,
or it is the last straw on camel back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem