She is focused
Drumming her naked lap
As moving
Feet thud and flip flop clap
People move to and fro
Barely recognizing her
Usual spot
Whether cold
Or hot
The mad woman is ever there
Like an abandoned broken pot
She never raise her
Head to say a word
Or smile or blink
Or scorn or point;
She only stares
At her lit fire
As it consumes
The thorny sticks
And as the curling smoke
Vanish never to return.
vanish never to return, good writing, thanks. please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing.