you are into
defective situations
how come these dusts
are not wiped out?
oh, these dead rats
are not buried yet
at night you cannot
see stars because of
the rain
you live with someone
whom you cannot change
everyday what you think
is wrong is kept repeated
you take a deep breath
and you keep on adopting
you keep on forgiving and
forgiving until you're about
to go insane
there is a way to keep light
the load she smiles
befriend dusts, why don't
you bury the rats yourself?
do you have someone else in
mind who can also live with
you?
if you have not met
madness if you have not
felt numbness
then, she smiles again,
you have never really learned
how to live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem