we planted the songs of India
just beside the fence
at the front of our porch
and they all see the beauty
of the green and yellow stripes
on the leaves of this bush
so beautiful that a passerby
cannot help but cut the twig
and pretend that nothing is wrong
with being a thief
about something as beautiful
as the Indian song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem