what kind of guilt
was it that made you left?
without a word for me
love was like an uprooted tree.
religion never taught you that
love has forbidden gates.
you are the flower of the forest
not a stranger to the hands of the sun.
it is i who love you only and you
have no heart for it.
your body has no contours no maps
where i can find my home sweet home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem