I expected to be covered lavishly
with compliments
but thank god I am challenged
to rise above lethargy.
Hmm! So 50 is not just a record
Not a number of pages or records
of the past wrapped in the present
but a wishing for a future.
Well, frankly, thank you.
I need be jarred out of indolence.
So I put on my thinking cap
and decided to atomize your tongue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem