Whenever, I
Go for a walk in the garden
At the garden gate
He puts his mascara in my eyes
Then I don't see flowers
And no butterflies
Falling like the blind
Sometimes I get entangled in thorns
And sometimes I catch cactus
For support
Comes from somewhere nearby
The sound of someone's footsteps
Someone picks me up
And wipes my eyes with his handkerchief
Flowers swaying in the wind
Butterflies dipped in many colors
Colorless thorns
And light green cactus
At the same time looking clear
Apple and peach trees
Green branches and birds
I take a good walk in the garden
He sees me
And after removing the mascara
Giving me a ticket to hell
He gets dressed and leaves
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thought-provoking poem, but no one in disguise here, clearly conveyed but tiny bit thought-provoking. Thanks for sharing, dear Poetess!