He is as God
when he smiles
casting his arm
curling his fingers
to stroke the fevered spine
of an abandoned child
gifting both comfort
and disquiet
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He is as God when he smiles casting his arm curling his fingers to stroke the fevered spine of an abandoned child gifting both comfort and disquiet yes i agree with your idea and what you express is done well..a master piece small poem with long story about pride and proudness is hidden inside it in these few verses.. means you are a good and very rich poet... like the style you do poems..well done..