get over with
that is what mother says
when i am down
father used to hide
knives
and keeps another key
to my room
till now
i weep for mother
i pity father
who had underestimated
my tolerance for
failure
failures are simply
successes delayed
human personalities
as always
remain mysterious
and unpredictable
those that survive know
much better
those that remain in the
old house
die their early deaths
if life can be lonelier
it can become stronger
if life is not taken
it can be more
you do not own it
it is not yours
keep going hand it back
to the giver that
owns it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem