Sent letters
With my hands on keyboard
Each finger ruling some
Letters on squares
Alphabets
I click.
Screen's miracle reads my mind
Exposes my heart's rhyme
Email and right away
It will be visible
In no time.
But still I miss the
Touch, vision
Of Ahmad's
Sent letters
On paper.
In green…no space…
He used ink from pot
His pen made of spike
Of hunting echidna
Fearful and cute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem