When i used to cry
she says,
Why crying?
Is it because you are not a man enough,
Is it because you are too docile to be bold
In her slaping words,
I learn to smile when i cry,
To laugh even if it hurts
I hate my tears,
They makes me weak, but with this unhealing lesion
Can you allow mr just for a moment
Or i should burst in pain
A refined poetic imagination, Onward mutapurwa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articulated and nicely penned from the heart. A very passionate write. Thanks for sharing Onward.