thirty years ago, I sat at the door
and waited
as I do now
time tells me, you are weary
and your feet drag
but I am not. they do not
but last night I sipped at a mirage
and lost a tooth
- September 18,1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a wonder and econmical piece Umashankar. I like the way that the real and imagined are woven in and out of each other.