An Inside Story

He does not understand the words Yet he laughs without reason Then he laughs again with us The reason is that he sees us laughing Later, I make him understand the meaning In his room he is found again laughing alone This time the reason is that he now understands The words, the meaning and the content It would be better if the story ends here But you would never find me telling you A drab story in which nothing is hidden The big secret is out like skeleton from the cupboard A few of us know what life is, yet they fall in love The reason is we see others to have their girls The delight a poem brings they never know Because love, life and poetry, all are crafts Like singing a song, making a tune or drawing a picture These all demand an understanding, from inside And the cool water is not at top but at the bottom The joy of love is hot in a kiss or in a touch Or in being physical it is just a moment's pleasure The real cool delight is in its string Before you learn how to make new and new tunes And create new and new stories you get nothing But the surface water or a seed without the pulp Or a solid stiff bone without meat Now you are able to understand little And perhaps you are laughing But pity for those who have gone to grave Yet never did they know what life is Never do they know what love is Though they become father Or mother of several legal children or a bastard child.