Playing hide and seek with my poems,
I keep my eyes closed shut and
Finish the faithful count of hundred
Lest the retreating shadow
Of any fugitive poem is seen.
Still can't go and seek
As their hideouts are all known.
Let them come out in impatient steps,
And touch the base, unhindered.
Only then they may confer
On a newer place to hide
Forcing me out of my slumber
To say, 'You are ‘it', you are ‘it''.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem