to write the truth
takes a lot of courage
could be that you dance
naked on the dance floor
before the drunkards and
the killer and rapist gang
so you try to write something
nearer to it, in exchange for
self-esteem or fulfillment
as mandated by the gods
the truth is harsh, much worse,
hurting, but it can be told in
the most artistic way, to make
it sweet sounding, a little melody
a little shade, brighter hues,
with all the metaphors of sunshine
and showers of July rain....
at night you are at this ritual again
staring at the ceiling wishing there
are stars, trying to figure out
the right map towards your liberation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem