i lost the key
i think it fell inside
that taxi
which i took from the house
to the airport
for i am living to
Cambodia
i have promised
the monks
for my needed retreat
and for a time
i may think of leaving
you finally
you have to be on
your own
and i must be on my
own too
did we not utter
the word independence?
did we not say
it is time to part ways?
i told the driver
my key is inside that
seat
it fell there
and i think how
inconsistent i have become
trying to find a key
and retrieving still
what i think i do not
need
what is that key for?
i have already closed my door
and i have no plan
opening it again
let them destroy the lock
as i am not coming back
i am unreasonable perhaps
the taxi driver took time
looking for the key
and then he found it and
gave it to me
instincts perhaps
i dislike it... i still have it
this key inside my pocket
faraway from home
perhaps i shall throw this
sometime....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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