did you see the image?
one is about to leave
have all things packed
ready for the door and his motorcycle
the key on hand
and shoes ready to kick for the final hour
on the other hand
there is someone who is not ready yet
still stuck on his personal computer
figuring out
what to write
despite the pressure of the world outside him
like paper works
and family demands and nature's frolicking
or the tease
and the appeasement of what tomorrow may bring
there is another soul searching
for meaning
through the fingers of the hands
there is someone indifferent about what this world is all about
it could be me but how will you know it
back to zero back to square one
imagine the image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem