Tell not any one about your anger
But spit your words on a paper and trash
Many might see and opine
Of a waste wrapper just trashed
Under the broad day light
May be a friend might know
Who would yet console you
and stay still the best friend
But the night's secret eye
Might stab sharp your heart
Your conscience now points
Who to be avenged or forgiven
A wonderful poem imbued with wisdom and great insight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliantly woven and well expressed. To my Poem List.