as i turn on the light
of the kitchen last night
two cockroaches
were caught in the
act of loafing
on the sink under
the used plate
instinctively i got
an insect spray
and killed both
i was happy until
a small cockroach
came out under
the blue glass
watching the two.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
More of what Wakelin said- it's written in a way...that...i don't know.. it's sensitive...and hmmm....i liked it, what more needs i say but Thank You