Under your costly costume
While searching a heaven of happiness
I discovered the naked truth that
Just a skeleton you're
devoid of any feeling or emotion,
In spite of all your efforts
To hide your emptiness within
The tiny cage of your ribs
You can't but expose
The whole pale sky within
With no moon or star!
Beneath your smiling lips
You have burried a dead sea
A treasure house of grief in heaps!
Really a vast sky of emptiness you're
A Himalayan heap of grief you're
That no brush of happiness can paint blue
No spring of life can bring back to life!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the sadistic stanza! - Really a vast sky of emptiness you're A Himalayan heap of grief you're That no brush of happiness can paint blue No spring of life can bring back to life! /// but why? - just for naked truth! oh! well and woe, the twin is alive veins of human.