I wasn't starving yet
before I saw your plate -
overflowing!
Mine is always empty.
I asked my stomach
if it was alright,
and replied with ease,
'it's full as a bull'.
What is it then,
that grumbles and pouts?
Could it be my eyes?
Gazing and investigating.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem