It's about leaking patience
Waves which have been endured
For all these years hence
An opened wound and uncured
Those years without thorns
Like sheep hiding horns
And mask remaining smile
As happiness is far in mile
Teardrops fall on the sketch
Drop until nothing could be seen
No exact hearts can catch
Missing emotions could have been
Like nothing weeds in forest
The lies seem to be the clearest
Like nothing crabs in ocean
The only truth can mention
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem