I am no better-
Than an impatient
Petal of a hillside periwinkle
Hurrying to break away
From its stems
And roots
Just
To falter
And mingle freely
With mountain dusts.
Till it lays
Motionlessly
Over Earth’s open mouth.
I am impermanent.
Just another momentary failure
In your life.
Ever-deceitful.
I am sorry,
For being a 'boy'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poem very well expressed!