He dropped the a-bomb on me
when he whispered in my ear:
'It's a lie.'
'What's a lie? '
I whispered back.
'It's a lie that peace is unattainable.
That's what the hawkish say.'
The thought exploded
in my hand-a detonation
that sounded like jubilation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem