arching bridge replaced
by prefab blocks; plain
towering acacia tree gone
I could imagine my myself
raising my hands like eagle
getting ready for high dive
those were my fearless days
pliant bones splashing water
like spear thrown from above
we took turns until we tire
water is shallow now to dive
still left passion etch in me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem