All blessed life dear,
All lights and all joy.
All forward march dear,
All large and bright ahead.
Ocean and sky dear,
Long and grave waves.
All truth dear all love,
All pure I am sure here.
Life will go as usual but I feel very unhappy that we poets of our state have not yet understood each other...what we will take with us when we depart? Anyway this is a beautiful work!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The great apathy is that if our brother is attacked we will vehemently support the attackers. We will never try to understand why a man is howling with pain...that is why I write poems against them who are supporting injustice!