Others have finally given
up on him
he is not what they
expect him to be
he is a broken glass
who wants to drink water with him?
no one wants a twisted path
he too is.
cleaning the house is a waste
of time he says
let the world clean itself he says
mother was too worried about his future
and of course he never cared
and so mother died but he never cried
'what's the use? ' he said, 'mother died
and she must know', he continues
'i am different'
'i do not want to change this world
in the same manner that i do not
want the world to change me'
his philosophy
' i live the moment, the sun is setting
and i only have a month to live' he writes
and then he died young and then that was the only
time that they all missed him.
except his dog who had always loved
him for what he is
without any questions asked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem