Listen to those strident sounds that my heart makes;
Or just hear my shattering silence, how nicely it fakes!
Watch me put-on the phony face on my wrecked self;
Or just rejoice with me, the despair of this solitary elf!
Now, read those depressing lines that talk my awful life;
Or just visualize a vacant page, painted of my grim strife!
Just peek at me put-on a façade on this screaming page;
Or just celebrate with me, the gloom of this delayed age!
And, walk on those paths that my dazzling soul smoothens;
Or just watch a perfect sight, as my compelling mind softens!
Now, foresight me fake this misery on my wrinkled face;
Or just delight with me, as I conclude my abstract chase!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have no words to say how beautiful this is..