a farm of coconut trees
and horses and cows fenced
a buffalo wading in mud
beside the river filled with fish
a woman naked
enjoying the cool waters
a man watching hiding
behind the thick bushes
birds above their heads
clouds shifting places
lights fade
the curtains fall
and then we all live
and not talk about it
all these
still disturbing our minds
we figure out
how these can end
what murder
what prison cell!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem