sometimes they want me to try;
at others to be shy,
sometimes they want me to cry out loud;
at others to be a calm white cloud,
entangled in the cobweds of emotions;
bound by duties of countless relations;
feeling life's immense suffocation....
why out of the other billions, trauma chose me,
i still quietly accepted it, and smile behind every tear for others to see..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem