when jealousy comes
at first, you entertain it
but times teaches you
not to mind as you have
your own life to live and
heart to take care of, and
you go outside the house
and tell the trees as though
they are your long lost friends
and the grasses as though
they are your relatives,
' i don't really care'
and jealousy lost and left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem