the bitch had given
birth to five puppies
and we watch it with
patience. The two died
and three are left for
the bitch to nurse.
we buried the dead
ones, and we watch again
with patience, the living
ones.
the bitch looks at us
with some pain in her eyes.
she waggles her tail as
though saying, it is alright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem