Down the line
My number as a friend
Doesn’t twinkle like a star,
It seems
It’s a gallbladder stone
That needs surgical removal
And the being of your friendship
Must be relieved of pain and blockage.
No capital city needs signposts
Mileposts,
Besides, footprints
Pugmarks in hundreds are visible
Rock solid
In the direction of the kingdom
Of your friendship,
Roads, streets and footpaths
Must be widened,
Thus, self-removal of a slight signpost
Is expected to be welcomed.
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I would like to translate this poem
Down the line My number as a friend Doesn’t twinkle like a star, Good start and thank you for sharing