it was just a passing moment
i was there
and i was all alone and
i only watched
what was happening
around me
i did perhaps say some
words
but only to describe
i did not subscribe for change
neither did i support
a revolution
it has nothing to do with cowardice
but more of
respect for the passing of
the moment
where i am not even
an important part
i was immersed in that passing moment
feeling like a river
or a sleeping fish
or perhaps it was more of me as a rain
falling to the grass
seeping on the soil
without so much noise
it was smooth experience
nothing tight
it was not tragic
but more only of
the clock ticking
it was more of the waiting rather than the going
really
and when i finally leave
as we were meant to be
or wont to do
i know
i was all too glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem