He was always seen reading
or studying the world outside
enjoyed watching quiz shows
but didn't have much time for computer games
People often asked him why he spent so long
with piles of books to be read
his response was always the same
no matter who they were
'My mind is like a blade' said he
and I don't want it to get dull and blunt
books for me are like a whetstone
helping me to keep a razor edge
Those who knew him let him be
as a keen brain is not illegal
free to keep his thoughts sharp
to cut through the confusion of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem