See the shadows
of the loquacious loquat tree
etch & re-etch
themselves
upon my window pane
see how the night
transforms
the shadow of a cat
into a tiger
then the wind
erases the scene
repeats it
again & again
‘till dawn
when spaces in between
the spaces
are tinted with
the little blue of morning
& the loquats
are seen for what they are
the magic & delight
of ripening sunshine
still half awake
till half asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem