I'm here in the mossy pool,
yet you never feel my presence.
I'm a clumsy wingless child.
O girl, you wear Malaysian
frocks, but I'm always naked.
You take Chinese noodles,
while I feed on insipid insects.
I cannot travel beyond the
borders of the pool. My parents
are alive away. An orphan I'm.
Time gives me wings as verse.
O lady, I know you enjoy my
red beauty, though through the
key-hole of a wedlock. I seem
not to see you watching me.
My wings give me a sense of
freedom. Now I owe all my
charms to my wings and hue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem