a work of art
without content
the one which
you think has no use
it cannot change
the world
the old path
remains muddy
the house is as
dusty ever
the kitchen
still shows the same
smoke same charred
situation
how come however
that we have survived?
today we shall bury
another overused soul
another substantive
hardworking animal
he thinks we have
done him no good at all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem