According To World Of Poetry
Nothing undreams you like a compositions,
You arepaper stories,
Of a large mouth where poetry are stuck like teeth, jazz music,
Hiphop marchings of words on files,
Marching marathons of the sky,
The day you thought, your were a poet,
Loud music to the people, dislike,
The day you left your father,
The day you left your wife,
The day you dismissed a cat, a dog,
The day of the great confessions,
Mesmerations to the satans unknown,
Slaves to the voices below,
You spokepersons people unknown, casts off by life,
Marroned in ghettoes, by the fat sickness in their guts, pleading mercy killings,
Pleading unknowns as light sources,
Dugged grave and empty skies,
And you ended up according to the word,
According to the world of poetry,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem