what the heart wants to speak
the mouth tries to hide
the teeth grits in anger
the tongue genuflects upon its tail
then the right time comes
the heart speaks
but by then the body has become weak
the mind too fickle
and so when finally the heart has spoken
what true love is there
the niche is ready for the funeral
of the limbs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem