When pain dance with sufferance in ceremony of the world
Delight and ignorance found from simple word
Release our regret reflecting in our season life
Taking a pen as self-response instead of knife
Let me express my feelings and view
And present anything new
Even though it is clearly few
Accepting down and up of life bravely
Is not a simple word found in dictionary
Words enlighten my existence
Which broke up not only distance
But underline any consistence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dark season, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.