you hurt me
and i do not voice it out
and everyday you hurt me
every minute
and i become more silent
more silent
until then when i shall finally say
that once in my life
i have loved you...
and then in an instant
that love is gone.
i do not blame you
neither shall i blame myself
it is the silence that ought to speak
but there is no point in your life
that you ever
signified that you have ears
i blame the silence of the ants
they keep on working and then they all leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem