If a plant has hurt inside,
What does it feel?
Every night it seeps in pleasure,
Rolling hills have none.
If a flowering plant captures
Light photons it emits them somehow.
Through colour and vision,
The effective nature is then reserved
For other-worldly brothers in acts
Of revenge.
What does it hurt for a plant?
Maybe the muses can never sing
From the petals and leaves,
The stalks and twigs encasing it.
Pain is not the essentiality,
Plants are devoid of voice
So far this month.
The effective plant must be decomposing,
Wilting is an issue,
But does it hurt or receive pain?
The brothers from Mars feel
Like reparations,
Yet war with the botany of living
Is a worthwhile cause.
Plants end their lives from too
Many wars with leaves and letters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem