mother told me once
my boy
cry if you will
do not hide your feelings
men cry
your Papa cried when your
Grandpa passed away
twenty years ago
you were then a toddler
in the row
i have grown
and there were so many pains
like pins
and grains
i have cried not just once
but more than thrice
till the nth time
when something in me cannot cry anymore
got no tear glands now
my eyes are made of steel
like the way
you hammered my heart when
you broke it
once
and never got repaired.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem