A Tanka Prose
in Notre Dame Square
a blindfolded young man
with a sign:
'I am a Muslim,
hug me if you trust me'
An awkward laughter embracing the square. A lineup starts to form before this bearded man. In the shafts of sunlight, particles are dancing and twinkling like tiny stars. To me, this world of wars today rearranges itself into a poem in the human form.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is exquisite beauty in both the poem and the subject matter. Excellent job. Worthy of 10! You may like my poem Circle Of Higher Self. Please let me know what you think of it. Thank you.