Since clouded is stimulus,
inability to aptly express
Relief is playing bit elusive,
true feelings must suppress
The melody seems off key
without any fitting note
Depriving one of veracity
and what it should denote
With explicable confounding,
unknown too becomes averse
All familiar turn strangers,
cordiality goes in reverse
Obligation to chores dreary
no time to satiate own thirst
Instead of indulgent revelry,
one is putting all others first
What cause it goes to serve
or if a simple means to end
Time would proffer upshot
if deficit or were a dividend
I would continue as always
doing what I deem correct
Rewards may prove contrary
or the way I would expect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem