Am I waking up? Where are
my circumstances? Around me? What-
ever must be?
The rock (sheer stubbornness)
the eagle (businessman)
(live and let live),
breakers surging below
(incessant to and fro).
Doesn't mean a thing.
In itself.
As usual?
Does it stop,
and I - wake up?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem