My nose
I knew is big
But who cares?
Today though
I am proud of it
It has kept me happy
At the computer
I was first in the library
Then she came and her scent
Young and fresh
Sure another student
Like I, needed to work
On her cell she spoke
She talked in my tongue
Unaware; I too could know
The scene repeated
Somewhere else, new person
And more and more, what’s in air?
Is it my nose?
I have wondered.
Is it the season, spring?
Sky is clear
The snow is melting
Water runs on road sides.
And I think
Is mankind smart?
Is he powerful as claims?
No, I am sure
Nature is greater.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Futile is our battle with Nature! very nice