Hold-Up Poem by ion untaru

At the midnight old man woke up suddenly
somebody was forcing his door
alone in the house, what to do first?
his heart was beating hard
sweat pouring off him

Sees a metal pot
what can he do with a pot?
and then hit with all his power in the door
even to scare him!

And then silence – total silence
he went to sleep
morning neigbours knock at the door asking:
who is the young man sleeping before the door?

Opens the door, sees him, touch him
but he was cold
and cold he remained until today!

(translated from romanian)