sometimes you give up
and i can see that your sad face that looks somewhere
beyond the window looking for nothing
the world becomes an empty canvass
of futile light
the sky blue clouds no matter how beautiful
the sun no matter how orange-bright and warm
the verdant fields filled with trees and flowers
the blithe butterflies and winged winds....
sometimes in too much selfish pondering
we lose the power of hope-imagining
how life moves by itself growing without your noticing
how the earth silently makes the nights and days
how each day unfolds what beauty all nature holds
how surprises burst here and there like fireworks
because you are carried by the river of sadness
choked by the flash floods of its flounders
all these have become useless pieces
if only... you try looking outside the gates of your preoccupations
you will see a world out there with arms opening, offering
always wanting to embrace you
always wanting to make the best for you
you will never see
your eyes have always been covered with tears
your ears shut up
in selfishness
your mouth cannot speak
your tongue tied to bitterness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem