A beautiful maiden
young and in love.
How fortunate she is;
- the world graces at her sight
- they swoon, and she ruled.
How unfortunate am I;
- the world is stern and cold.
And it made me succumb
to its standard of beauty and all.
I have a voice.
But I know they won't
listen to me at all.
'cause I have a bland
and austere looks.
That others wouldn't
take time to look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have a voice and poetry is the best way to use it, inked forever on the page.