Haggard surrounded by books
Notes spread across a nook.
Analysis unattended,
Purses, bags, and briefcases too.
Brain full and empty
Words just trickle through
Poetry? Working and amazing
Now I know.
Eyes and neck strained
Waiting for who?
Somebody will come through.
Hi! Hello! Long time no see!
How are you?
Big change, for good I hope
Hello! Goodbye!
Comes the moment of truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know the feeling, Great Prose!