Now, what is seen no one can feel.
Though not because it is not real.
For something reached you deep inside,
And now the hurt you cannot hide.
It haunts you at the end of day,
And it will not be chased away.
You manage life as it goes on.
Yet, in the stillness of the dawn,
The quiet echo that you hear
Betrays itself with one dried tear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem