At the end of the day
like the fishermen
I draw my net ashore
and if a fish
even a small one
bit at the hook
because my spirit
had surrendered for a moment
to impatience and to intemperance,
its sacrifice would not be in vain
because every day, more and more,
I will push my mind
towards a place where the wind doesn't blow
and the waves don't swell
and the sea sleeps.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. liked it. fine idea
Thank you, Aneek.