Not to be shown
Look at her eyes
What does she try?
To tell or reveal
It is quite nice to tell
What are you trying to locate?
It is difficult to state
The life is full of anger and anguish
Sometimes feel like to finish
Human mind is difficult to read
Sometimes the feeling have dried or remain dead
But it can't be shown in public
It has to remain inside and stick
Inside heart beats a heart
With simplicity as an art
It speaks nothing on face
But draws only harsh lines
She has so much to open
But bursts out all of sudden
Not all people can be told
Tthis is my wonderful world
I felt about her as natural ground
Where lots of poetry can be found
Views can be aired frankly
And spoken softly too
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt about her as natural ground Where lots of poetry can be found Views can be aired frankly And spoken softly too