I do the possible
I read poem, The Children, by Jarrett
On its wings, travel
To the time and sky, as did child.
I open the fridge, check the things
Rotten are three of tomatoes
On the red, black-white are spots.
In this world of the need and hunger
Haram is to have waste
I cut them and boil them, now are hard
Add some oil or butter
Then two eggs, have omelet, and some
Salt, and pepper.
I have done what I could, saved, no waste
Increase the feeling of kindness
I am happy, as happy as I could.
I do the possible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, we should attempt to do what is possible