How concise can I be;
Explicating these writings on my little dark board?
I've tried decoding; Just too odd!
In a classroom of mine own;
With myriads of confusing mediocritic pedagogues;
None is willing to take me on!
Just continuous inscribtion of these words!
I can't decipher what they really mean;
So I dont know what to do with these words!
Who can help ease mine little dark board?
Oh! I see...
No wonder! These writings can't be cleaned off;
it's a permanent marker called love!
Mine little dark-board in a state of chaos;
Deceit, written in bold words;
Lust, written in italicize words;
infatuation, feasting on so many spaces of mine little dark board...
Who'd help me clean these pieces of vanities, off mine 'little dark board? '
10: 04pm, Sat 10-08-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes young hearts find their own way, a great people.