My sadness has a regular route.
It starts from the chest,
travells up till throat,
looks left to right,
and checks if somone's watching.
And if somone's watching,
it stops there for seconds,
and makes my throat sting.
So I push it down,
and it crawls back to chest.
If no one's watching,
it travels,
all the way to my eyes,
Makes my eyes sting,
and travels down my cheeks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An insightful piece of poetry brilliantly put together. Thanks for sharing, Rishini.