Praying
She has come
(Professor)
In her bag; she's brought
(Our exams)
"It's too late..."
Cecilia says
"...to pray"
I smile
I connect day and night.
"Let's pray
Bosnia loses four to nil; to Iran."
Niece had prayed.
God and faith, prayers
Led by expected request
Are marching in my head
It is funny; and is fun.
I feel sad for the God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem