Dirt is not love.
It enriches the
Dumping ground.
Heart loses its beat,
And stops making
The rhythm and sound.
Very true, they always stand as a barrier to love and peace, dirt spreads like germs all over the person and society.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DID HAT? Is that an acrostic that I don't understand? ? ?