be happy that
you are not like
one of us
we call ourselves
bards.
others want the
grander term,
poet.
be happy that you
are not one of us,
bards or poets or
mumblers,
the truth is
we have suffered a
lot and
we shall suffer
still.
self-inflicted or
not
or just givens,
the truth is
we are suffering and
will suffer still
and words just keep
coming and going
to ease the pains....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem