as i turn my back
something happens behind
a hand lands on a lap
and i
imagine it happening inside my mind
and i follow it with
this quick turn
they're there a
lovey-dovey pair
their smiles
and tongues-in-cheek
confessing an innocence that is hard to spell
something that they swallowed
like an open secret
inside their throats
the other lonely student at the other side
of the room scribbles something
on a note and he passes it to me and it says
society tolerates its own sons of aberrations.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem