It plops into the water,
As the steam snaking from the bath
Creates for me a vivid mirage of emotions.
I see anger shudder beneath
The skin of the thing like the
Quake of ripples that own the surface
Of a lake during a summer storm.
Anguish screams in its eyes
Like that of a deer,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem