a clean sheet of paper
on the table and a waiting pen
i prefer it clean now, as clean as
i too want to be
nothing written, nothing thought
i leave them as they are
in their own state of affairs
as i have to go somewhere else
a place they will not know
as i too shall do my own thing
neat and clean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem