THE POEMS HAVE BEEN LOST
The poems have been my lost
My voice has been lost
And I write nonetheless
A pathetic old man
Holding on to what he can hold to
Unable to do anything even seemingly important again-
A poem like this one
And today too
I here holding on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reflects the inner strength of a man- To grapple with negative thoughts and turn it into positive energy.