Like the fear
That you may read my diary
There is the fear
That you may not read my poem;
Wretched face in one
And
The wet face in the other
Fear of revelation
Of my personal being
In the first
And
The anxiety to get the stage
In the other
In the loneliness of night
Hearing the yearning of my soul
I read the pages of my diary
Yet to be written!
22 9 09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem