they cannot believe
you telling them that one day you fall in love with
a cockroach.
the one who lives in the dark and runs away in the
glimpse of light.
you try telling them it is true and convince them
that there is nothing wrong with cockroaches who like them
are also struggling to be loved
to be alive to be with anyone else
you try to tell them, love is blind, love is patient,
love is not discriminating, love is not jealous,
love is encompassing
and they hate you for that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem