yes the poem i write sounds like
a real life, more like it, sounds
very well like it. In fact, it is real.
the man is dying and all that the
woman does is watch him, and
the baby cries like a piglet asking
for milk, and the mother sits there.
we too watch with pity, just this pity.
there is nothing to be done, nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem