Grieving from unhealing wound
That drag my glory through the mud
Committed by my younger child
Reinjured by the old
I remorse the scar carved on my skin
That relapse time and again
For the repetitive failure of mine
To nurture my children with virtue
To form their own statue
Imaging an optimistic view
Of the future
Praising their Father
For all blessings
Than hurting me each time
While contesting each other for fame
Despite the pain that I suffer for long
Of course, it's me the parent of both.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem