It is not defeat to experience,
One wishes from the mind to go away.
It is the ugliness of it that appears,
On faces that clearly show...
An effectiveness of it persists.
Sitting in the midst of all kinds of conflicts.
And those in denial,
Trying to hide emotions that are real...
Expose them felt whether or not,
Attempts are made with their best effort...
To protect delusions,
They would rather reveal than conceal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem