one night
the stranger
arrives in your
house
you serve him
rice and fish
a glass of
water
and ripe mango
he is one of
those that
to your mind
time has left
behind
you watch him
eat
he must not have
eaten for
days
he will be
sleeping in your
house tonight
and it will be
nice
his haggard face
his failing sight
his trembling
hands
his tired feet
shall for a while
rest
as you enter your
room
before you sleep
you face yourself
in the mirror
you shake your hand
and smile....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem