Well fed, he contemplates
Vein, in vain, varicose veins!
On a lean hand. Moving nowhere.
Terracotta pots with apologetic plants
A chair sits confused, with a lighted candle
And condiments on it, because
The waitress forgot to come back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the 'terracotta pots with apologetic plants and the next three lines also. but I feel that there is something missing to make the poem complete, more than just an acute observation. maybe we need more about the human protagonist and his situation. another stanza perhaps?
Agreed. This was written a few years ago for the want of something better to do, after a good meal. My wife went to the toiled and was gone for some time. I began to scribble. As you suggest it was just an observation. Just read your poems. They are very beautiful.