Poetry is a curse to a hungry belly,
because one's life is a prose
and it will become a drama
when you recite poetry in front of one.
Here nature is not the source of
inspiration, imagination and emotion;
but only food, clothing and shelter-
her sweetness is the ever harsh reality.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
black and white white and black we really cannot avoid many things but we have to....