Loneliness in the crowd,
Status completely screwed.
But does that really matter?
Does it sharpen the threatening spear?
The spear made of assumptions,
Hides the novelty around.
But does it deserve the perception,
Of being so sharp and sound?
The crowd surrounding you,
Might carry the same assumptions.
Might see you with threatenng spear,
And adorn it with same perception.
An open armed gesture,
Replacing closed arm submission.
Might blunt the threatening spear,
And thrust me with to comforting eon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem