I always felt somebody
standing by my side to show its
belonging to the moon and ocean.
Last words were thrown
up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever
climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.
Walking on sands leaving
foot marks as if to find the difference
between rhyme and suicide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Difference between rhyme and suicide. I think Sylvia Plath can tell the similarity between the two.