life exacts the price
for your cowardice
alone in the apartment
you will be pondering about
how other people took life
using their own hands
that independence of not having
to put guilt on the neighbor
that suppression of what
should have been said
the mouth trembles
the heart pounds upon every atrium
bloods rush like a flood
and so you are drowned
soon another room is forced open
foul odor rushes out proclaiming another wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
why should u throw the decision on the symbol of a woman / the cowardice and the bravery / the guilt of taking life / the voidness and the richness / all that should be present / nothing can reach the depth of that ill built moment. thanks for sharing.