There is a history in his sufferings
That he has been enduring with just a smile.
Rigid he may be from outside,
But deep within he is timid and fragile.
His damp cheeks shape the words,
Of gratitude and mellow tone.
Yet every beam he has ever received,
Has always lost in the unknown.
His heart aches for someone to talk to,
Somewhere to stop, some place to wail.
"Be a man! ", recites the rabble,
Wears the smile back, he exhales.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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