I hit a stone
and you asked me
if I did so,
I replied yes.
I gave a slap
and you asked me
if I did so,
I replied yes.
I shouted at you
and you asked me,
if I did so,
and I replied yes.
At last you asked me:
'Why I did all this to you? '
I replied:
It was because
you were wrong.
And when you told me
I did not succeed
in correcting you,
I offered you my head,
to throw a stone on it,
I offered you my cheek,
to slap me back...
and in silence
I would take it all
if only this action
could make you realize
how wrong you were.
I like your poems too. They are so visual and vivid. However, you can try to reduce the darkness of pain in your expression as it evokes sentimentalism in the readers mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Admitting a mistake is the first step to correcting it
Thanks Kelly. Your poems are so amusing.