most of the time
i tell you honestly
i have not really
understood what the word
means
what the picture says
what the messages are
you have been a wizard
of all sorts
you take note of the murmur
of this tremor
you read what the clouds
write in the skies
you take so much silence
with closed eyes to the
horizon
as the waves of the sea
keep pounding the walls
of this civilization
i have seen a father cry
over the death of his child
i have imagined how boats
capsize
how engines stop
how people scream
and scamper for safety
this world is getting smaller
how can i ever say so?
yesterday i tread upon a path
of tall grass and mountain peaks
and i stand there
at noon
amazed by the vastness of the sky
and the endless horizon
men have always waged war against
themselves
and the children and women are the
victims hapless
this is what till now
i have not understood
why?
to kill and be killed
to live to die
without a cork to seal this
leak
of bad spirits
Pandora's box, tell me,
how to close it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem