Her friend picks up her fallen lash
sitting on dried out hollowed eye.
Reflexively she makes a fist, her heart size
lets her place it over dorsum, closes eyes
The moment she blanks out!
What could one possibly wish for
when she has nothing
yet she has everything
when she has everything
yet she has nothing.
She opens eyes, smiles to herself
May be she has just outgrown fantasies
or grown a tint of cynicism to possibilities
to wish upon a fallen eyelash
to blow the dandelions.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem