I noticed everyone took a piece away till now.
There remained only a deep sigh that I didn't take in yet ?
You blamed me for the compensable habits of mine
Which were just a few, I wonder how they've become so much now?
Let them all come around me, either resented
Or swinging...
Some stay a single night in this inn,
While some other regularly resort.
He is either a traitor, not lacking an executioner
Or, a perfectionist, disturbing all the time.
He is either foot or peak of the mountains,
Isn't there a place in-between ?
If you stumble, no one gives a hand,
As if it is a mistake to select the wrong.
Let it be mine, yours or him,
Doesn't everyone have a wound ?