being too preoccupied with
a love that was lost, or being
carried away by such a spontaneity of
sorrow, i miswrote buddy for body.
or baddie, perhaps of badly,
over there the phone keeps on ringing
and i do not wish to take it.
over there, my love is sleeping.
i have not touched her again.
i am carried by this black bird to
a faraway land, but i did not really mind.
there is a way to find a cure and heal
this brokenness, and there you are offering
a song, or a religion.
no, i refuse it. I am no physician and
i heal myself.
i am not that grateful really, but this time
let me say, Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is a way to find a cure and heal this brokenness, and there you are offering a song, or a religion....... outstanding conceptualization. Beautiful poem.