Shaded memories, filling my mind, as I peer into it, wondering
why it is so.
Thinking of many different things that have happened in life,
and considering their demeanors now all these years later.
Knowing now, these shaded memories are the ones of traumatic
instances in childhood, not really wanting to be remembered,
but are still there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem