He keeps me company
Smelling my hair as I hold him close.
He taps my shoulder
When he knows I’m feeling down.
He never leaves my side
He’d even watch me until I fall asleep.
He delicately lays close to me
We share a blanket through the biting cold.
He doesn’t say a word
But is always willing to listen.
He’s silent
But his presence is all I need.
Punda the Punda
is nothing but a toy.
But he’s more alive to me, he makes me live,
More than anybody else ever did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem