Sometimes I write to write
I literally prepare myself to write
I grueling myself for hours...
Because I have to write
I search for topic
I don’t find any
I search for people
I find only machines
..These androids are devoid of emotions
Let me go to the nature
I don’t find greenery
There is chaos all over.
I wonder whether my kids will ever write poems,
Its only Politics, Bloodshed and Terrorism!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem