the pain in their veins,
the ailments in their organs,
the torture in the brains,
the longing in their minds,
the emptiness in their stomach
the crying behind the eyes
the regrets that never leave.
the secrets never revealed,
both the good and the bad.
what they wish for you
love and hate lying behind.
the plans in progress,
to kill, to heal, to steal or build.
you will never know,
as calm as they are,
as whole as they look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice peace. Whatever people think and do... you can never know... good work.