I am not resting,
Un-perched between listless care
Of things that matter or do not
I have no qualms of time
Whether on my side or the other
Come, not for a farewell
Nor for a toast
Maybe a word or two would do
I want to smile with you
Don't leave me
Where I am
Like a folded metal
Where the tensions have rested
After many trials
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe a word or two would do I want to smile with you....a brilliant postulation.