Problems, storms, a turbulence existing
discontented, protagonists’ unleashing
their hostility in thunder lit by lightning
scenes exploding wild and furious
Criticism wreaks an irksome murky
anger, rejection of my essence says I
have no right to be myself – cannot own
my temperament within this atmosphere
My choice; to stay here where I don’t
belong, repel attacks, appease rejection,
reach perfection, reinforce the lesson duty
needs with sacrifice and pain suppressed
Attempts at home and work to serve were
doomed to fail although I truly tried, I am
unhappy waiting death’s escape from life
I loved in passion of its ecstasy and pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
let the storm blow those temper.......and let all the flood washed away those worries...yes..the flood... it has made us lots of problems...and this storm still refuse to leave...anyway...we still smile have the smile...