Doors are opened
Though it can be closed
Looking in through the window glass
You might not find the truth
Darkness of the inside and its complexcity
The dream or the truth you hope
By the others who think the same
Might it be the same?
You are invited to home, there is not an owner
Only a care taker who just serve you
From the outside belief you have,
Might it give a fact to justify?
The plant of truth, in the inhouse grown
We all may take and give to the world
Though some reasons, and being outsided
The truth you utter, and the truth the world needs might be
An exclusion of the excluded for an inclusion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very clever play of words in a clever poem. Well done.
Thanks dear Michael