listen darling,
this game of hide and seek
has to go on for ever,
to the onlooker,
it is simply childish,
two grown-ups
playing hide and seek
inside ones own house
summer, spring and winter
whatever be the season of the year,
you and i
have grown older
playing this childlish game.
often,
children get
drawn into this battle,
tempers fly,
shouts are heard,
sobs follow,
a short interval ensues,
the game is declared over,
often self the loser.
furniture are rearranged,
broken cups and saucers cleared,
only sounds heard are the whirr of
the fans,
children chastised
go back to books and table,
gas stove is lit
preparatory to cooking dinner,
long back darling,
unknown to each other,
we made an unwritten,
unspoken agreement,
that
we,
wife and husband,
if ever
we fight,
that has to be this game of
hide and seek,
worldwide
in every clime and continent,
all children play this game,
it is so simple,
no egos here,
no victory and defeats,
godlike,
innocence written into
the body of this game,
parents
play this game
not
to settle some thing
but
to discover love's
renewal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ashamedly, that which you say is in fact the truth.