i guess i am tired to talk about it
love
love, yes what is love to a person
who has loved many
and much?
love is no longer play
it is work too
so let me do it
like an ordinary business of the day
i love you i kiss you i hug you i make love to you
i sleep i wake up i eat i defecate i report to work
i relate to others
i go to church i go to the market and i stroll on the beach
i talk to you i argue with you i walk with you
i pay the bills i spend vacations with you
these are all works of love
in time
sometimes you do not like even
confessing it
you just want to be silent
about it
and just do it
like a kind of chore
time teaches you
and this is hard to accept
love sometimes
becomes an indigestable matter that you chew and swallow
on a rush
and there
yes, it is sad to say it
you feel like you want to vomit
as i once
vomitted it
and my father was so angry
he said he will disinherit me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem