I used to play
as carelessly as a child
would play
Throwing things everywhere
shuttles, shoes, stones
at school and around the house
My house was made of glass screens
that protected my precious jewels
yet not a scratch would hit the screens
This autumn, i built
a house with blocks and concrete
to protect my jewels more
Only to pick up
pieces of my shattered jewels
lying on the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks