Till its end,
Can never be more,
But only when it’s alone,
Can you smell its denial?
Hides from the sun,
Runs to a shaded corner,
Plays with his shadow,
Then walks away to you,
Can you smell his fears?
Reeking your path,
Reeking your mouth,
Never again to eat and swallow….again,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem