Why...
to the explicit, the verses speak
for themselves;
to the implicit, the feelings
remained doubtful;
to the cynics, the inquisition
is impossibly true, but why?
to the reader, ah, figment of
imagination, but how was it?
to the views of many, generally
unacceptable, but can we dot it?
why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is an intriguing piece of work you have written. Why is always a question, isn't it? It seems never to be answered AND if it was then how would one respond? There is no period (dot) to satisfy that curiousity that will always bring us back to wonder...why? And THEN for whay reason? 'Man, I'm Asking Why? '...Not? L