Ask the morning
Why its color is
So grey.
Ask not the morning sun
For flower buds
With dead moon.
Ask not the cloud
Why there is
Returnable journey
Without barter of kiss.
In the meantime
I have forgotten
Everything including my
Own name and my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmm...I find this particular poem to be mystifying yet interesting!