those who are supposed
to be close to us have not
shown in any manner how is it
to love and care,
so,
unwanted we too have created
a distance which is that far enough
that even forgiveness cannot
connect,
so,
as hinted we have learned to live
within the confines of our house
how we close our gate how we put
down the blinds how we close the door
and lock each one.
we have all learned it thoroughly from
them.
now we have mastered this game of numbness
we have gained this notoriety for independence
this non-indulgence and non-involvement
and then here they are trying to tell us
that we are
wrong.
it is too late. we have created our own
sense of confinement
and as we do our own thing
water our own plants
clean our own backyard
dust our own feet
as we have worn already our own
tinted sunglasses
do not ever ever knock at our door
or come up our stairs
or enter our gate
we have put the bold marks there:
NO TRESPASSING
WE ARE PRIVATE PERSONS
NO TRESPASSING
THIS IS A PRIVATE LIFE
THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY
IF YOU COME
WE WILL SHOOT YOU.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem