I feel the pinch,
Yes, I feel the pinch,
Certainly, I can say
Where the trouble is.
I am trackless, though,
I am not homeless.
I call everything
My own.
I feel the pinch
And I abandon
The way of darkness
To follow the light
On the path,
That is there for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can say where the trouble is! Thanks for sharing.