A curtain hangs before my face
Through this I can't see the world with
Its bright colors
Black and heavy
The wind of hope sometimes lifts it
And the beguiling smile tries to hide it
But it is just a temporary phenomenon
Eyes cry to give it lightness
Sleep hides it in its dark realm
But it suppurates like an old wound
Sadness is beautifully defined here. Although it's very difficult to capture this feeling but you have done it with effortless ease. Kudos!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Certainly sadess is a curtain the poet trying to remove.Nice metaphor.