even i
am surprised
why i like the
orchestra
of a heavy rain
a rain that
does not stop for days
to accumulate
a flood
a flood that sweeps
away houses
that overflows the
feet of bridges
that takes away
trees
these things
make me remember
how mother cleans
the canals
the house
the old deep well
the room
where dirty clothes
are in disarray
how father arrived
one day in the place
of a broken family
how he
removed the yoke that
bounds the neck
of the buffalo
even i
am still surprised
why i love this
surging feeling
of massive destruction
and how
things are washed away
to leave
this emptiness behind
me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem