our prayer is
our work,
our praises are our
hands
stretched to find
the shortness of breath
of other
people
our blessings are
the rains
our achievements are
what others have become because of
our endearments
and let our failures be
the success of those who really need it
let others live
let them be what we are not
our faces are the faces of
God
looking at the universe
in our very callous palms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem