Who has broken my calabash
Who has smashed my waterpot
Who has laid me bare and fenceless
I am already sold for doom
For my pride is stolen
Right before my eyes
I am already laid bare
Right beneath my stare
What do I tell him?
What do I tell the owner's pride?
Whose calabash has been broken
Lo! I must return bare and tare
Without my beautiful calabash
Sometimes the calabash of life is to heavy to carry beautiful poem Laju Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very thought provoking poem shared here. Regret is wonderfully reflected.10