I rub eye.
Under cloud I stop
Shadows long
In front entry
I watch, walk
Pitch is dark
In the cave I stop
See the light; external
People go, few come
Stealthy, I smile
Terrorized on the run
One covered holds a knife
I nail me to the wall
Question “is Criminal? ”
With tricks first used mind
In the mines, latter one
Heat, sharpened the metal
Working hard underground
Exploited and deprived
Second one took the knife.
In the beds sun, sky
Nebulous; all cloud
Yester-years until now
Bowl of soup, steams up
Bears fly, bees on walk
Ants grow, dinosaurs
Wolf, Ram, lam and lions
Herd of goats a mammoth
Should I live?
Oedipus of Freud
The Mirror of Lacan
Confused; I rub eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked these lines.....especially Oedipus......Thanks.