I may have gone too far,
To think about my scar,
Which is increasing on the inside?
I want to stay back and complete;
Half-read books
And pause the increasing on the inside,
But I know its in vain.
I have gone through
Some half-doings of my life,
Half-poems to write,
But will that stop the increasing on the inside?
No its in vain.
Oh yeah!
My half love story
In my youth,
That sure will halt the increasing on the inside;
The scar burst open
Over a half drunk tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem