TO MY FATHER

My father, you work hard;
But I do work also hard.
I pretend to sleep
But I wake every now and then.

I feign to be happy!
The truth is: I am never happy.
I see your hands, full of cracks.
I see your hair turned grey.

I notice the wrinkles of bleak future on your Sun-darkened face.
I hear painful sighs that are difficult to hear.
I work hard for you.
I live for you.

I sacrifice myself for you.
I make myself happy for you.
Yes, I am bad.
I don’t talk to you.

I can’t share anything with you.
I know you don’t like me.
But still, I care for you.
Abba, I love you.