everything is
fair enough
preoccupied with
the self
the burden feels
heavier
stroll along the park
proceed to the boulevard
sit upon a bench
look out to the sea
watch people go by
woman carrying a child
man on a bicycle
vendor shouting his wares
an old woman under
the tree
a dog beside her
the world is a diversity
filled with so much stories
i got mine
not that bad really
when i start to listen
to other people
my misery shrinks and
then i am happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem