My love is a man
he withdraws
still a child
but without parents
searching for the beginning
of a better world
an order like when
he was small, and he looks
at his hands, not as hard
as his father's
which made him feel
that sometimes you don't have a choice
and need to
but that it is seen
and rewarded, if you are strict
for others and yourself
because the cloak of discipline
can cover everything
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like any other character trait, discipline is only justified if it contributes to human flourishing, especially to the well-being of one's love ones. Healthy discipline grows like a callus in response to life's challenges I like your clear-eyed but sympathetic way of responding to things.