Dear Librarian!
I’d come to return
That late book!
The door was left open
And you were out
Having lunch!
I was trying to put the book
In its own place,
At the top of the bookshelf.
I climbed up the ladder
Leaning against the shelf.
The bookshelf didn’t bear my weight.
So, the dominos happened
To all the bookshelves!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this it made me smile a great poem. A good write. may i invite you to read my poem called, streets of salvation.