How sad he looks
tears rolling on the cheeks
Yet his grief is unknown
he quietly bears the pain.
Why does not he talk
and prefer solitude
alone in a crowd
crowdy when alone.
Busy in mind all the time
does he has all the gloom
How many sorrows behind
a smile, still he says 'every thing allright'.
How long would he run
weary life of untold burden
why not his heavy heart just crash, to end one corrupt version.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to end corrupt versions, good, I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.