Behind me there is a phantom,
munching some juicy sewing gum,
never noticed it when I was young.
Never bothered it when I was bold,
Behind me there is a phantom,
Armored with feathers of pins,
not my friend, but it says I am its,
pain can be coated: muse not,
when the feathers do the wonders,
the needles do the blunders,
the trouser pockets have no zipper,
the happiness is the silencer,
Feathers of life do wonder in this interesting expression. Fantastically you have expressed entire thought in this poem. Wisely penned.10
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I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet soliloquy giving vent to thoughts.Thanks for sharing.10 points.