The lizard runs to and fro
Basking in the bright sun shine
With their bellies always on the ground
How can we really tell
The one with a stomach ache
So the smiling faces we see
To and fro on different schedules
Each happy and contented may seem
But down in the core of their being
Diverse of worries each carry.
(Thursday,5/10/2023,11.30am)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem