Hey..., hey you scalawag, the demon faced culprit
Stealing in again, again and again to rob poor kitties' bit
Wait, I let you learn a lesson, lest you site here again
Here...... take it, baaa.....ng...........you rotten mutt.........
Ouch..... Ouch, dear-o-dear, Ouuuuu.....ch, poor me
Hotchpotch of buckled up heckled shackle in a thud
Took a while to regain consciousness and reorient
Down, I laid, knowing not what happened to me; not mutt
My frothing rage dripped in thick red, down along cheek
Six sutures on scalp, two hours in hospital plus
Three thousand bucks and gross loss of a useful day
Filled up the debit side of the balance sheet, against
Spiritual decree on credit side, never to repeat it henceforth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have read several of your recent poems and I especially like Balance Sheet of a Punishment. I find it very vivid as well as deep (the latter being a characteristic of all the poems I read) , Please continue to read some of my work and comment if you have time.