Cold iron never attract attention
Lying in a rusty corner without fuss
Without hurting much a grey accusation
Beneath the layer of a glossy moss
I denied it existed and lived long
For in my working hours of day I forgot
If thus a piece so abstract as a song
Yet it never ceased to become a hot spot
Kiting in the open with grass beside
Years of yearning spontaneously fallen
Musk or a rose be jasmine to aside
This fragrance of curiosity had me taken
It forged it sneaked it stole it's gone
It sided deathly hangs like a sword
Got to tear this part open it wasn't sown
At last I offered it shelter in my boat
Golly how sucking this all issue seem
When I never saw an awakening seed
Sheepishly even in dreams I struggle I battle
To loosen this tightening horse with saddle
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Golly how sucking this all issue seem When I never saw an awakening seed Sheepishly even in dreams I struggle I battle To loosen this tightening horse with saddle Indeed in life, it is not uncommon to find yourself in a pain that is so difficult to let go. It is normal and part of our human nature. Some pains can be so possessing to the extent of dominating your dreams and thoughts. However, life is too short for one to remain perpetually in pain, life must move on regardless of every pain. I love the structure of this poem, brilliant diction and appealing in theme. Well done!