Permit me to write, my dear,
In my own language
On my own land
Freely in free verse.
I am a flightless creature
And I mind not
The change that is
Going on from summer to winter.
I am not an escapist either,
No one can forced me
To leave the place
Though I have flippers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem