How we submit willingly to surgeons
not knowing the result.
How we tell the magistrates
our histories;
things even they don't need to know.
We humans always talking and talking-
as if words could stay our secrets.
How we stand and stare so long after
departing shadows.
Ah true, a poem that makes u nod in acknowledgement and realisation. Really nice. Kudos. Pleez do comment my latest newest poem too titled song of lunar lovers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it. Let your yes be yes, your no be no, and ask of yourself, why do you stand and stare, rather be about your business with a hope held deep in your heart. You always make me ponder Patti, for that, thank you.