Colorless and defiant you don’t exist to me
You are not a prologue nor a monologue
Nor an epilogue nor a postscript
A gnat on my windshield I deign to greet
With a nod and a respite from the wiper blade
But you are not a rung on that ladder
Friends are the family that we choose
Each with a reserved hue on our heart prism
Unless nonexistent, defiant and colorless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem though 'colorless' there is some color in it.....