Finding fault
with a vagrant poem,
its message left unclear
Falling short,
while aiming long,
to harken every ear
What's left unsaid,
an unmade bed,
the sheets pulled down and bare
The words still truant,
their search goes on
—whose message all to share
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September,2020)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem of great depth with a nice title. Liked the penultimate stanza. Well crafted and conveyed.