Poetry is.....
Me coming back from work
Alone.
A lingering sense of pain,
Of God knows what.
Then...
After having tea and cigarettes.
Working out.
Bench press, dumbell press
Sit ups,
God knows where the hell pain went.
Then remembering the motto in gym
No pain no gain.
Feeling alive again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem