My dear
After he appears,
My father spun his
tail one January afternoon
When I took something
harmful my brother had said,
How wounds hurt and remain
all over the body
And they make red
scars a long time after.
He went on to say
After grasping it,
and when the wound heals
It makes red scars on
the body to bring us back
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Adnan Shafi. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.