poets too have
pride.
chicken's pride
is fried.
oil is hot and
everyone wants it
spicy.
fried chicken is
served on a
flatter.
if somehow you
are hurt
it will, and will
always be.
quite funny
for we are all here
on a beach
under the sun
in a paradise
just playing with
the white sand
and wondering why
the sea
has foams....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem