a lengthy poem is unfair.
it takes half of my coffee
and a fourth size of my cookie
deprives me of my morning walk
and makes me rush
and gives me shame why i
am late in my office again
i blame it for my misery
when it could have been short
and yet provide
me a plate for the much needed
ecstasy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem