Things fall apart
Scattered round the earth
Like a broken vase
That holds the fairest of flowers
Its pieces lies shattered and useless
As its fairest follows the dictate of the wind
Dragging helplessly behind it
Watching in sober as its owner mourn in silence
Ahead the fairest looks
To a place unknown
Hoping for the fallen pieces to be whole again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Time must bark at the backyard hope to be human or time should be as it was earlier good one andenuga