With or without understanding words
Written on my pages that not my concern
After grating between two fingers
You may turn over from one to another
I am not in pain at all nor am I here
To tell you the meaning of meaning
I hold in-between two lines
Nor do I give you advices to re-open
Or to close the chapters, it is up to you
As I am not only for ideas arranged
In alphabetical order by the names
Of topics or authors and kept in libraries
I am more than those: a living symbol
Of your weakness in hearing, a sign
Of your forgetfulness: a burning example
Of incapacity of your memory and speech
Before misbehaving with me remember this.
This is unique poem. I wonder about the imagination and observation of the poet. Excellent.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Of incapacity of your memory and speech Before misbehaving with me remember this. nice poem