i perfectly understand my
dear that all these are but the products
of the
internet
designed for the time being
that we are all
here
trapped in Facebook
fish are what
we are, netted
nerds
i am not surprised at all
when strolling in the park
or malling
or buying the basic necessities of
life
or burying our dead
as the rituals are going on
we meet
eye to eye and we recall
what we once said
and then
take all these as nothing
but quiverings of the the lonely heart
after all these
we begin not to know each other
not to mind what
is happening
'we are all free' and so as expected
we move in different directions
but we thank our boring hours
we have indulged
in much needed conversations
to fill those
empty hours
we know the rules
so we have no regrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem