Bobby became a misanthrope
after losing hope in the goodness of man.
He found he could not cope
with the everyday stings
of human malice
and he became callused,
Time after time he offered his heart
to his fellow beings in part
because, like all of us, he needed love
and hoped to rise above
the cynicism of antisocial attitude.
But people like Bobby collapse
like the sensitive plant when touched,
and repeated unkindnesses
caused him to lose the hope he clutched
in what it means to be human.
Now he lives among us all,
separated by an invisible wall
that protects but also banishes him
from experiencing the warmth
and joy of the common ground
of being human; this man
has become an island, severed and free
from you and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem