sometimes
in wanting to be civil
i close my mouth
i suppress the
exact words
i prune what is in my mind
like some bonsai
under the sun
what appears are
remnants of
beauty
sometimes in wanting
to endure
our inevitable sufferings
we simply close
our eyes
to the truth
we pretend we like the way
we live
we surmise these do not
last anyway
then we forget to tell the
truth altogether
we even forget
that we are its bearers
simply because
we too want to survive
a flood of lies
a catastrophe
of ingenuinity & falsities
but with you
i am honest enough to admit
i lied
because i am afraid
to lose you
that you must remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem