most of the world is too cruel
not to mind the grass on a hill
the flower on the rock of a cliff
the tree in the middle of high mountains
the fish swimming in a murky swamp
the man smoking his way heavily
on a rural bus back home.
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.