Care for all
It seems like
I was born to feel pain
Live with pain
"Say again…"
I ask him.
He talks of my friend
"…he said so…"
Shy, turns red
Then repeats:
"…he said you…"
My being is ear
"…push needle in your balls…"
This is what friend said
Told to one of my nephews
Now I see
He was right
I seem to enjoy pain
Not mine or physical
But peoples' or social
Since I care
Friend meant to have said:
"Your uncle cares far too much
-his shoulder is under others' pains! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem