Poetry Corner
It
has no head, no eye, no mind;
It
comes from my body--inside.
It
has no leg, no hand, no arm;
It’s
not cold; it’s not warm.
It
has no house and no shelter;
It
has nothing--brother or sister.
It
has no relative and no family;
But
I can feel and I can see.
It
has no color and no race;
no
identity and no birthplace.
Its
body is a liquid form;
It’s
harmful as a storm.
How
often it happens to me?
It’s
not my friend, but enemy.
(Germantown, March 3, 1998)
Contact: Vinh Liem 1 Applegrath Court, Germantown, MD 20876-5613 (U.S.A.) E-mail: vinhliem9@aol.com; vinhliem9@hotmail.com |