Sitting down on the white sand I raise my coconut
Slash off its top with my machete,
And sip on the juice greedily.
I take a wooden spoon carefully crafted from twigs
And carve out the coconut flesh
And stuff my face handsomely.
Tossing the empty shell aside, I sprawl myself on the beach,
Forming sand angels with my arms,
And soak up the sun recklessly.
I turn to my left, and to my right, hoping to share my glee,
Of course, I’m the only one on the beach,
And I weep, by myself, terribly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem