Another story about giant creatures from space,
I raise my eyes to heaven.
While people go on about their own disgrace,
I quietly count to seven.
They gabble on while I about face,
And count on from seven to eleven.
They talk like they're from the chosen race,
And again my eyes are raised to heaven.
Now it has become a nervous tick with every blink,
As I try not to raise my eyes to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Giant creatures from space has amazed mind and you have very interestingly and excellently presented this poem here. Your counting of seven values much here. You face towards heaven and count from seven to eleven. This Ballad poem is very sweet in reading and you have penned this excellently...10