It isn't right to feel this way
Wanting it to end before it has even begun to blossom
Killing the seed before it can become a bud
Ready to sprout, with so much potential
To face the world and taste water and feel the
Sun against It's skin
It isn't right to punish you
Punish you and leave you
Pondering on why I left
but it isn't right to lie,
To yourself especially
Then what's the right thing to do?
It isn't right in more ways than one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thought provoking title. Excellent read. I agree completely.