time is a swift flyer
and with claws, less feathers
i am sleepless, and then i am
lulled to sleep.
when i wake up that night
everyone is gone away.
the table cloth lies on the floor
dishes remain unwashed on the sink.
a cigarette butt and some ash
the lonely smoke dissolves in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time is definitely a swift flier. An amazing poem is beautifully crafted.10