A sense of success
While gazing at my kitchen
at dusk.
The dusk light almost like the colour of copper surrounds my kitchen
had inspired me to write this poem with
A sense of satisfaction.
A sense of completeness.
Look, all the things I've used today while cooking, is in order again
Satisfied, I did not even leave any stench to invite the roaches
or rats
For I abhor them both
Knowing that I abhor them I sensed they had many times tried to move in, but I know much more, ahead of them.
While I am clean and with a dress code ready to meet up my friends
I gaze at my kitchen again.
_ Just to make sure.
At least, it must look proper, if, it'd look more like a store.
Last but not least;
I hope my friends will appreciate my cooking.
Fellow-shipping, in the name of the Lord
Meeting up for friends' sake
Enjoying each other company to rejuvenate!
During weekends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem