The perfect puppet spouses,
Who speaks in soft voices,
Warm as the summer breeze,
Calm as the silent Trees,
Obedient as the switch boards,
Caring as the window blinds,
Marketable as the sunshine,
Nothing wasted in heart sinks,
Until the reflection is seen on the moon,
And the hopes are shattered,
to be the dead wild stars,
The hearts are happy and contented,
with the perfect spousal time bombs,
who act as the puppets at home,
and they are the real goons,
wearing shirts and blouses,
with out any visible buttons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem