when you made that poem
you were like a dog licking
your wounds,
you were never that dog that
jumped for joy,
or the puppy that sleeps
soundlessly
on that buri mat
spreading on the floor,
it is the poem of the wounded
that you write most as you
were looking for a cure
which was not available anymore
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great philosophical poem on life having touching expression and nice collocation. Comparison of life with a dog is much impressive. Thanks for sharing.10