The finger seems a little relieved
the pudgy finger can now breathe at ease
it was bound by an unending ring
decayed was the skin beneath.
years have left a paler skin
where the ring held its unending agony
while the fingers have grown
dark, ugly and chubby.
it had seen better days
when they fit more comfortably
when moments were not measured by the watch
or its worth in worthless pennies
so the eternal question is raised
the ring or the finger to blame
why did the finger grow so fat
why has the ring tried not to change?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Why does the ring look at finger growing fat or ugly? That's superficial. And why does the finger want ring to change? Why can't it accept as is?
they are just metaphors...fat... ugly... can be anything...just things that annoy you.