little joys like
sipping tea and
taking a bite of
chocolate bar
and letting it
melt in your
mouth or
simply sitting
on a rocking
chair staring
at the blue horizon
at the beach
or tracing this
mosquito landing
on your arm and
crushing it with
your palm
you take it
for a clear examination
a broken wing
stained with your
own blood
these joys
vis-a-vis
a huge void
behind you
infront of you
and all around you
you are not
anymore intimidated
i'm sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem