I am not thinking.
I do not wish to do it.
Nor am I feeling,
An emotion I can spare.
I am sitting here composing.
Smoking and sometimes dozing.
Without one wish to be profound.
Or communicate a depthness found.
I am typing on my computer.
Thanking God I have not been neutered...
I was seeking a rhyme at this time,
To end that line!
I am not thinking.
But my mind seems to be concentrating,
With this discipline it finds!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem