the children who walk and pass along the road
where your house is facing are always noisy
you pay attention to what they are talking about
you call it nonsense and it angers your quest for deep understanding
you are quite sad and very unhappy
in your chosen niche of silent isolation
they are carefree and unconcerned about you
happy about their nonsense & selfishness
there is a big difference between you and them
that i think, you must explore some more
it is the comma that makes the big difference
in the sentence that you have duly imposed upon your self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem