The young man sat back
on the chair of his mind age
wrinkles on his brow
he began to unsuccessfully
behead a thought that had lingered
in his mind the whole week
he cast both ideas on the scale
of his mind
after what seemed like eternity
he realised that the scale remained on equilibrium
exposing his inability to unravel tangled ideas
he climbed to his feet
and walked away undecided
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem