Once a man felt annoyed by his own shadow
Told it not to, everywhere he went, follow
The shadow retorted the man at once
‘The light is the one making the stance’.
So the man went to complain the light
To stop making a shadow of him so tight
The light retorted the man at once
‘Without your dear body, the shadow should end’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem