neither true nor false
then how can I vindicate
myself from hoping
this quake will go back
to the ocean just as day
recedes into night
here a blanket of
rubbles is wrapped over my
knees and I am stuck
over and over
I hear the siren of death
closer to my ear
on the bridge up high
a man leaps into the air
he is afraid, too
before I shut my eyes
the tsunami will come
to wash all my dreams
I am lingering
in hope to survive today
to be free again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks God, you survived! ! ! Have strength, the world awaits your thoughts.