your fear of getting old is taking
its toll on you
your preoccupation to be young
again
look! how fast have you become
the witch
of this honorable community!
it is the fear
and nothing but the fear
of getting old
that made you appear so old
like a whorled peanut
like a paper that gets crumpled
because of too much
keeping
fragility lost
cracks like the eggshell
that you conceal and
tightly holding
to your fingers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem