Bearing the marks of forgetfulness
Of loves deep meaning twisted
Into a selfish grandeur
Of false pride
And like a giant hulking around
Unaware of the miseries set by the plan
For you
Your two feet and the biting lip
You have discovered to be able to carry your falling structure
Horns growing out of the fertility of wisdom
Hands moving forward to push away
Any embrace of love
Ingratitude
Your inability to understand the preciousness
Of others time and meager treasures
Luck may be your definition of success
The cowardice that you display
Luck may depart soon
Of all the men’s vices
And the ungrateful women
Those in their new glory
Forget and ignore
The gratitude
And the favors bestowed on them
Like a worm in the bark of a growing tree
Eating away all signs of life
In gradual small bites
And when the tree suddenly falls
Showing its moth eaten strength
So is ingratitude
In nature
In men and women
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ingratitude is well picturised in emphatic words...