In hospital ward
There were many
But it was only me there
Really to look after him
It was on my body
He moved everywhere
He was quite loyal to me then
Once he was discharged
I visited him at his home
Touched his body
With an air of authority
He was then to respond me:
'This is my body
Who are you to touch my body'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem