I look around
Hopelessly
And I finally realize
that I am left behind
Asking for help
is not my thing
but nothing else comes in mind
as I am left behind
I walk up to the man
with the graying beard
and ask him if he saw
any of my family
I explain my situation
also not my thing
but I can't do anything else
I am left behind
Just then
at the corner of my eye
that I notice a young lady
known to be my elder sister
I am not left behind after all
They have simply been looking around
I run to my sister
and hold her hand tight
so that I won't ever
ever be left behind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem