For the fear of getting caught and disturbed,
I hide my tears from the eagle eyed.
If the wounds in my heart can be displayed,
Those may attract the dirty flies from the dumpster.
After signing the document, the traveler has made me pregnant,
He wants his valiant son more than my crying heart.
When the evening is lighted with shaking beds,
My eyes lost their luster, after rain clouded.
I have forgotten the gesture of shy,
The hasty traveler is ruthless but sly.
The viewing of him in the monitor,
Making the silent night to be longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Poignant poem pointing at reality. Nicely delivered. Thank you.