2001 January trains my feet
as wild gypsy rover
scant vagabond
vagrant
wandere
to be nomad
without back pack of tent
homeless in the mind and
phsycical shield and shelter
roaming around
Philippine city capital
along the highway of nothingness
it is in great contrast
blind people think
that i am roaming around
like scavenger collecting
empty cans
i wander to pick up
loiterring friends
retrieving promotional agencies
for minimum wage
for summer job survival
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is a very good poem! ! ! ! !