TRIANGE LOVE
By Chan Mongol
October 29 of 2022
I waited for her in this bad weather;
I fear that she is in the phone there.
I didn't want to fall in love so easy;
But she trapped me to turn me crazy.
Her such a triangle love is dangerous;
Am I attacked by the venomous Octopus?
There is no true love but conveniences;
More you love more her reluctances.
In primitive age, pure love existed;
But in industrial age, love is made faded.
Some falsely try, some lie, some cry;
Some take money and say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem