The black cat
With the burning, burning
And glowing eyes
Quarelling
In the mud-built dark country homes,
Jumping from the second floor
And vanishing in the dark
With the burning, burning eyes
And glowing,
Jumping from
And running away
Into the dark lanes
Of the dark, lightless country.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it. I feel I can really connect with it.🙂