He tries to feign a smile,
Even if only for a while,
But sad memories are written on his face like a file,
Living him bitter with emotions that are fragile.
The soothing touch,
Before he could even crouch,
Has become the touch,
That makes him say ouch!
She threatens his innocence,
Due to his act of patience,
She draws lines from his face with her finger,
Down to his zipper,
His eyes are infiltrated with tears,
When he looks at his peers,
So full of cheers and jeers,
Why has this gone on for all this years?
He tries to echo sounds of pain,
Again and again,
But the strokes never stop to rain,
Weaving him into a cocoon of silence,
And now all he is left with is patience.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very detailed, written with zeal. well done and keep writing