Have you ever experienced
a wide awake night in hunger?
the long nights of winter
the naked moon is hiding behind the shed of maple tree
bones trembling in clod
hunger crawling up to throat
no one can write poetry
when he is hungry
in some corner of an ancient city
there were some half naked children
as if yellow leaves waits fore rain
they just wait!
some made films on them
some a picture
and some has written poetry
they swallowed nothing but hunger
in an another corner of the city
there was a palace
in the cages there were some dogs
they eat biscuits whole day long
and at night sing
the triumphant song of the master
who were the dogs?
where they live?
in which corner of the city?
this or the other? ?
are you feeling hungry?
eat dog biscuits!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem