January Second
New Year is racing
and again a morning
I am awake and yawning
mind searches, bed calling.
Read news and comments
lies mixed with soft laments
many in extreme; talk is non-relevant.
What am I but an ant in house of elephants?
I think and close eyes
mind open like ocean and skies
the work is chain on neck; a mountain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem