i have wasted so much
time in this
uncaring matter of
scribbling
these do not affect
lives
people keep on walking
ahead of you
and they never look
back
who's missing
you keep writing the
names of these streets
and they laugh
and they move on with
their lives
you are crazy
beyond us is a horizon
a line without end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem