I shall tell you about this boy
Whom I know from that mirror, there.
And, this boy, he greets me everyday
With a coy smile of his; false and gay.
And this smile of his
Has all its meanings to display;
With its sense of hatred and dismay.
'But rest assure, ' the boy seems to say
'What awaits you will come for sure.'
And from his cold eyes - the radiant ray;
I once more implored him when's the day?
Then his eyes with all means seems to say
'When the rain comes through the night, that shall be the time for your flight.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem