the gecko sounds in consistency
now on the side of the house where the sun just set
the rain has not stopped
darkness arrives slowly like a drop of ink spilled
in a beaker of water
the sound of the pan is heard from the kitchen where
the house-help is frying fish for dinner
the dog barks in play with another dog in the veranda
then light is switched on in the middle of the house
the TV is too loud for the latest news about
the plane that in a blessing-in-disguise the family of ten
missed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem