He did, eventually,
after discussions,
and pleadings,
sent to him,
special delivery,
the checkered ones.
The thought behind it
this caving in,
was 'who would know'.
But monsoon rains,
they had come early.
Washed off the ink
and thus it happened.
Postmaster in Manila
retrieved the pair of
checkered boxer shorts,
destined for an unknown lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem