she is sixteen
and passes nights sleepless
feeling uneasiness and jittery
occasionally
receives unknown shivering
frightened she asks
God
is this love
God replies with a smile
no sweetie pie
tomorrow is your school final result.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha! Remember the anxiety and butterflies first day of school and school exams brought on very well! Nicely done!