Before I give it to you
let me listen to my heart
as I need to know
if it is happy or hurt.
Giving something away
with a pure joy of ray
is never an easy task.
Why should I wear a plastic smile?
And put on a great-kind mask?
My throat may burn
with the poison of things
but the thirst never gives up!
It too is mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem