On Holidays
I was looking through a recipe book
trying to find out how to cook a good fish.
I started to wonder…
what if a fish was looking up
a good recipe
on how to cook a man.
Delirious, I left the kitchen
and my feet brought me to the sea.
I splashed into the world of fishes
and forgot to eat; I felt no hunger at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem