Feeling like a rowboat pulled ashore,
no adventures or excitement in sight.
Scraping the bottom on sugary sand,
as small waves lap at the bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An irritating state of mind having been felt that it is forcibly interned from moving out by some external pressure when the mind likes to be at large..... Like a rowboat put on the shore.