A philosopher whispers
By a morning dew
Words of wisdom
But little he knew
Cried bitterly
Later he flew
Where are my words?
My perfectly wise words.
The philosopher’s features
Disappeared! !
like drawings on sand
With an inked pen on
The palm of his hand
He prays gracefully
To master his land
A land of words, phrases
& wisdom
A great letters
& punctuations
kingdom,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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