Waiting for cold to subside
and calming down to nappy silence.
Hoping nobody is watching me.
I look awful with all these clothes
especially this bear skin padded boots.
Feeling of joy curling my lips
Rapid heart beats go with it
as I saw bus coming in “slo-mo”.
A whisper, ” i’m going home”
but bus never stop
so I started to walk away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem