imagine today that
you are one of those wall clocks
and your business is just to hang
on the wall
ticking and ticking
or just a flower vase with a rose
filled with water
not lonely though with a living
mosquito wriggling
for its freedom
and so if you ask me
at the stage of my life when everyone
seems to be away from me
i still wish that i would still be
myself
still human in all my endeavors
i can't imagine myself hanging on the wall
ticking and ticking
or that lonely rose on the vase without
its feet
or that wriggling mosquito not even knowing
what it will become
when it gets its final freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem