when love was an order
i followed it
it becomes a law
i am obliged
courtship, marriage
fidelity,
compassion, sticking with time
through and through
getting wet and getting dry
sleeping and waking up
and moving
you build a house
feel a home
go somewhere and
contemplate
changes of frames of mind from
time to time
wishing as if
as though, as if i could have been someone
else
or it could have been otherwise
summing it up,
you are still there
like a foot
inside the same old shoe
you are a tree
a very old tree
you claim you have tasted the world
residing on the same spot
till rotten
till cut and chopped
till what is left in you
is just
the firewood
love is freedom
be it unrequited
love is redeeming
despite the pain
and love is pain
despite the joy
circle, circle,
circumnavigate till
you sail back
to where you were first
built and
tasted the first
salty water
on that very same port
where every plank
of you
shatters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem