i could have written it
this morning
but i was too busy then
attending to some other
important matters
i am trying to remember it
as it could have been too important
equally important
as what i told you this morning but
i cannot remember it anymore
here i am gaping in the wind
by the window till the darkness comes
as the village lights itself up
for another evening
i let it go, perhaps for a very
important reason, perhaps i do not want
to hurt you, or hurt myself for such
a very revealing truth....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem