We whose voice is less
And makes no point at any place
Fear you, whose tongues the gods did bless
And our fate you do curse.
In the wake of your silhouette
Our lips do shake as our hearts break
You talk as you walk all over
And we, whose hearts you do break ponder
Trying to find the reason why, at yonder
You torment us so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This sounds so much like me when I was younger. My mind confused I wished to say but toungetied I could not speak up and say two simple words help me This is so true and thank you for a wonderful insite to how so many of us feel.