Do you remember?
Lingering nights and petty days of joy stained with despair
Shadows of apprehension and shelters of anticipation
How I used to sit at your feet reading Homer’s Odyssey
Tears of atonement and woes of despondency
Solitude was my destiny and you were made for the world
Barefoot I strolled when you waved me good bye
From each millimeter of your untouched skin
To widespread lands and limitless oceans
I walked and soared merely to fall again and again
From lips anesthetized and paralyzed hands
To promiscuous bodies and reckless hearts
I lived and died purely to survive like the fittest man
Again in seclusion I think of you
Why don’t you leave me alone?
I could have lived the way of wits
I could have died when you left me forlorn
Today I think I should erase
Your name from my heart
Your mark from my soul
Then your eyes speak to me
What would you love, if not me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice if only eyes could speak the way you say then what would you love tell me?