Nile opened
‘Hay ya, hay ya; hay'
These are sounds; we hear
Small drums are held firm
And kid roam
Run around
Feeling safe
It is home of Nations
All are aunts and uncles
No fear of the road
Cars, thief or gringo
NO INSULT
NO SAVAGE
OR THE KIND
Songs linger
Every look has spice
Taste of love
Icicles are melted
My eyelash is free
The eyeballs rotating
Don't feel like Guevara.
AFTER DEATH
EYES OPEN
MINE WITH COLD
ICY and FROZEN
Dinner with First Nations
Then Rabbi
The Balaam of Torah
I learned as we conversed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nile opened a good poem.