Teach me not to be 'strong'
I was born a soft tongue
A dove heart; fragile one
Teach me not under the sun
I am a learning lad
Perhaps know neither good nor bad
What you teach, blink and think
From it shall you eat and drink
Teach me only what you hope,
When I learn, you could cope
When I grow you'd not shout
You'd not grope for way out
Teach me not to be 'strong'
I was born a soft tongue
Teach me, teach me not a 'man'
But your own dream man
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Chris T. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.