Lucky
Hug and talk
Kiss the air as if her
And I see the faces and your hair
And eyebrows; well plucked
And I hear rolling wheels
A handbag; she carries
And I read the Wigan and The Heart
Of darkness; when compared
And I write
“Maria, will you please? ”
And I think
Of Minoo, what she said, what it meant
And I fly between Hell and Heaven
They sure mean different to each lot
You’re lucky
Lucky ant on a leaf with a world of your own
While mine is round the globe-
Galaxies of God who may-be and may not
Lucky you
I’m jealous. You fill cups and I’ll pay for coffee
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem