Living in a tiny bit of a dust,
orbiting around a lamp
We snobbishly think:
"We are the center of the universe",
while we are nothing but atomic optical illusions
largely insignificant to the infinite cosmos
Note: This poem has been published in the poetry anthology titled 'Voice of Monarch Butterflies' (July 15,2016) from USA.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem