Tired
Am tired of my eyes;
-and ears and my mind.
Together they unite, become one
-long as is a snake, suffocating prey!
The eyes see the noodles, stripes
-around necks, on shoulders,
-and observe the snaps
-of fashions of bras…
See on sides the curves, bumps
-and wrinkles, ugliness of
-flesh squeezed, hilly, bulged…
Without words is buried inside me
-a question for women: "Tell me why? "
Devil are the ears that hear skin's shout:
- "It is hot and painful in this sun! "
I try to ignore what observe,
-find it hard and cannot.
So, am left with my "Why? "
Why bra?
Why styles?
What was like when there was no bra?
What about suits and pants, underwear?
Feel tired of my eyes;
-and ears and my mind.
Crazy?
Curious?
Attention?
Whatever…am tired…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely penned - descriptive - great imagery - enjoyed your poem - thanks for sharing.