you may have written
the best poem now in your life
but your age will deny it
it is yet not too ripe
the mango is raw and time
says it will be more tomorrows
salt has not crystallized it
and there is rain coming
the thread is not that long
and the torn garment is old
the boat has no sail
and the storms are still coming....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem