people carry
rocks on their heads
nevertheless
all pretend not being
affected with such
a burden
still looking young
and head high
when they meet on
the train
or walking past the
streets
busily they move on
fast and since these
rocks are all invisible
nothing nothing
seems significant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Everyone has their own burdens which they hide and live not bothering the other. Nicely worded.