i remember when i was yet so small like a
snail,
mother took me to your house where the roof leaks like a wooden
boat
and i was gazing up my eyes fixed on some stars that night like a
telescope
and mother pinched me in my arm afraid to offend your poverty like a
worm
but then i could not be stopped and i spoke so loud asking mother why are
they so poor like a
rat
and mother silenced me with her hand covering my mouth and you pretended
you did not hear anything like a
pig
you stared at me but i could not be outdone i also stared at you like a white
pegion
that was how it was Madame Minda, we started as two opposing river banks
we never reach each other like you were my broad back and i am a short
hand
that never reached your heart
i never miss you and you never change.Whatever are you i simply keep it
to myself like a
wart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ric this is good poetry