Sometimes I feel like I am just a toy
Being played by people who are not a child
They pick me up and play when they are in mood
They just ignore me when I am of no use
Sometimes they make me act like a prince of old
At other times I am just an ordinary Joe
In the morning I may be a hero saving the day
When afternoon arrives, villain is the role I play
They treat me like I don't have a feel
Like a toy in which tear is just mystery
They also make me express their thoughts
Sometimes they may even borrow my sword
From this life so much I want to escape
But like a toy, my own limbs I can't shake
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The work has smooth, fluxive structural movement...Your employment of couplet stanzaic construction works well here...Well Done, Han! ~FjR~