Lunatic roaming realms
Surfeit with events- ripe and rotten
At times, noting down few unreal poems;
Methodical elimination
Of crappy style quashes fake originality
Ends up in ego’s self mutilation
It’s the vast asylum
The world, to experiment and suffer,
Later to be taken back to a mythical home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem