At the end of the day
When tiredness overwhelms
And it seems impossible to go on
I try to write a few parting lines
And what I hear
Is nothing less
Than my own poetry
However weak
However frail
However small
I am at the end of the day
Only the feeling I am
And this feeling
Is my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem