Tonight we hardly talked you said you need
More time to be on your own, I understood
But sometime during the night you passed by
I saw your shadow and my heart skipped a beat
Of course I did not make you know of it.
You said that you will talk to me if and only
speak of something that benefits humanity
Such a miser you are to give away what's mine
when I have given you all and more of my time
You were a picture of detachment and walked away.
Heart's now a stone, like how you taught me
Be detached, help but not to care too much
Or do not care at all but be an ocean untouched
Even by a thrown stone, which could prevent
Detachment, or the recognition of an emotion.
Such a glib tongue you have but I hold my own
We could always end in friction, better stay
unaffected but doing the work for many nations
Together but staying in separate corners, smiling
but masking cordial smile with a stern tone.
This morning the cold wind slapped me awake
Slept late viewing videos of hunk with spunk
Don't mistake, it is all for you as instructed
My mind is full of icicles with your detachment
and now I see viciousness covered with a thong.
Woe be upon me, seems like my own determination
Brought this condemnation upon my whole self
Eyes have bags, head woozy from lacking sleep
Turned on the audio you sent me, quick voice
rattles me awake, reminding me of ocean deep.
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