Something that are not there
In my poems let me say
About that, here at this juncture.
What are those thing if you ask
You would get nothing
But I am on my own let me say
That are yours.
What is yours
Can you say my dear.
I know you cannot, and
Not being able to say
You grubble for no reason
Clarifying for nothing I am fine
And this is the scene.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem