It all were like a dream,
just like the flow of a stream,
I can't even express myself even if i scream,
my voice are getting blocked just like an ice cream,
feeling like being robbed with a sponge cream.
Again; i tell you, i know not what to do,
I feel like being crowned with a spoon,
what shall we say at what we do?
the world is moving as if it was being moved.
Let us look back to the creation;
was this how it all started?
think of what he had in mind,
though i still ask myself what am I doing behind.
talking of what my EYES alone has done; ; ;
then you would know that i should be sewed,
speaking of what my eyes has seen,
then you would know that if left alone, I'll be doomed.
Look down back to my nose;
what I've per sieved you cannot imagine,
i am even justified even with ms sense,
so why do i claim to make sense.
I have sinned greatly with all my parts,
but what have I to say,
the world i live in has changed, from what it used to be,
help! ! ! please do something about it I must say.....!
I say not more, because i know not what to say,
but must say this little i know,
because i must show you the way,
please don't even think of going fey
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, a great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, War Of The Land.