Like the single bird I bought
because it was cheaper than the pair
Knows the polished glass it nestles upto
is just a reflection of itself,
I know, too at night, that the back of my hand
upon my cheek is no other's but my own.
In such loneliness,
the mind will play the fool when it has to.
The neighbors respect the right to such oddities;
They seldom intrude.
And therein lies their crime, as mine was
to break up such a devoted pair of birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is about loneliness and i could actually feel it , well done