Oh poems
Once again read poem
And used it as plane
To land in the plains.
There, my aunt went away
After heard me cry…
From the wasp's sting
On top of my round head;
And it burned like the hell!
Angry like a wolf
I meant to attack her.
But couldn't and didn't
Shed tears and suffered.
After while she came back
Calmly as do serpents
Kept searching for a bulge
She knew must be there…
Robbed a piece of cloth
That was wet; and kept on
Pushing and rubbing tough!
She, to me, did not care
Since never reacted
With having sense of love…
I was wrong
She did what do doctors;
Had gone far to pee and
Prepare a correct ointment
For fighting the sting…
The poem that I read
Was about hummingbird:
"Black-chinned, on wire
By bushes, flowers…"
That stirred the poet…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem