I bear a pain and care it
Wholeheartedly, because
It gives me a solitude and
Builds a solitary forest
In my loneliness.
I talk alone and share
My innermost strain.
He is this, she is that,
And how they explain
Me and my mind's grain.
In stillness, I rear up pain.
There are many things,
Misunderstandings which
I can not ever mend.
Life is a sad saga
But not to share with anyone
Known, unknown, bosom
Or dear friends.
My one pain will thrive
In multitudes and the
Birth of thousand words are
Tough to control or maintain.
I'm a lonely heart,
Not understandable by
Anyone except my reared pain,
Alias my only one friend.
Known unknown bosom or friend everybody has to feel and realize the pain but not understood properly many times. Mixture of joy and grief and memory. Excellent writing great work.
Builds a solitary forest In my loneliness. I talk alone and share My innermost strain. He is this, she is that, And how they explain love of words are beyond forest can reach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem - Anyone except my reared pain, Alias my only one friend. thank you