Laughter caught in a warped bind
in jargon or metaphored silence
wishing there were stolen memories unwrapped
in a clumsy trail of silly moments.
There were delusion of sameness
a stop over for the brief appearance of joys.
Fleeting highs, gestures in masked disguises
Smiles at premium on contorted minds
Work of an artist on a giant mural
stoic expression of faces overlapping
engraved on templates of stoic mortars
yearning to find a meaning in an abstract
When do we forget to laugh and smile
Not a mask but a hearts inner reflect
Perhaps we yearn the most is the child
Within us and what time we lost
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem