Some words we can’t speak
Our mouth doesn’t allow them to leak
They keep peeping from the windows of eyes
And keep hanging on our tongue.
They remain unspoken for a time
Sometimes throughout the span of life
Always ready to be spoken
But again pulled in by the tongue.
A few times they jumped out
But then twisted and turned upside down
Making meaningless sense
Closed by a means of fence.
Not spoken for a cause
They keep waiting for the dawn
Peeping from the windows of eyes
This is the truth you can’t deny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem