Feeling lonely one day
I decided to make friends only today.
I said to all:
Let’s go to the big, food mall.
Sure, said they all.
But one sore thumb stuck out:
I’m not going with you all
To the maddening In-Orbit mall.
Are you sure? I asked him,
As you wish
But we’ll be having your favourite grilled fish
And if you still don’t want to come,
That’s a very welcome wish.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem