somehow i feel
cheated
like how fathers
should have
been a gentle hand
to their
sons
somehow i feel
too small to face the
door of the world
and the houses that i
see when
i go in
are too huge for
my
body
somehow i feel that
i cannot
reach the ceiling even if
i have to
use the family
ladder
to touch what
a cellar is
and feel
its
roughness
i have seen the worst
of people
and so i have nothing
but mistrust
and love has become too
nil
to touch and
then
make a belief about
its
soundness and
fragility
I'd like to change
like the way the heat of the sun
surrenders to
the mildness of
an afternoon light
and then bravely
shall i give in to coldness
where i see no one
trying
to love me again
like a
fallen nut
it will be dark and then
i would be
sleepy
and by then perhaps i
can forget
what unkindness was
and how it twisted
my views against the
world
I'd like to see beauty
in tomorrow's morning
perhaps i like getting old
and then
have this fading memory
so i can
start anew: innocent and
smiling again
like the way it was
when i
was once my
mother's child.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem