He has a burden for her now -
She caught wind of it some how -
Her subdued repose astounds -
Her inner cry the only sound : -(
If I could bottle her inner peace.
I could put the boss's mind at ease.
His grimaced angle would but cease
he'd retire her to green grass to feast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An interesting and thoughtful write.