Like stars up above the sky,
will anyone bother when they cry?
Like an animal in its cage,
will anyone bother to feel its rage?
Like a normal man,
will anyone care to understand?
The nature kept giving him a hand,
but all destroyed by men.
He tried to get a friend,
but he got nothing in the end.
He wanted to take a rest,
but alas, the world gave him stress.
He faked his smiles and laughter,
just to make people around him feel better.
He was about to make unhappiness go,
but the devil made his happiness dropped to zero.
His sorrows, so much.
For no one can describe such.
I wished from the bottom of my heart,
that he and happiness would never be apart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
too much negativity reflects on the young mirror...may be with a reason perhaps... the poem- deep serious and advocating an arguement...well versed...10