The urge is occasional,
stealing sweet serenity.
Hanging out beside or near
the cubicle, just in case......
But it shrinks when I'm ready.
Taunting with mockery.
When I'd be there and far,
it would come knocking!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a cracker. nice one. you'll always get me with a title like that!