there are so many ways
to pretend that life is alright
opening a glass door
gently closing it with a whistle
getting to church, shun revenge,
kneel and pray in silence
coming home with a song
and play ping-pong
cooking pork and letting all that aroma
fly like sparrows to the roofs of the neighbors
getting a ticket for an orchestra
or watch classical ballet with mama
or traveling on a spree
taking a tour to another country
there are so many ways to be happy
so many ways to waste time and money
post pictures in facebook, and chat
displaying the smile of the big cat
so many ways, so many ways
to be like everyone on those days,
to become everybody else on arrays
on some nights you are wondering
how you have been too convincing?
and then you give your honest cry
let go some tears, and then die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem