Our body is neither diamond
Nor a gold.
It's a cheap clay pot,
Brittle and erodable.
Yet our mind is exhausted
By darkness.
We come here alone,
Have to go lonely.
Also single in the middle…
But we can't understand the truth,
Cause; still our soul is in dark.
He start the game,
He will find it's end!
We have to play
Obey Him and
Make fair use of clay pot
Come alone
Will go alone
Why so tensed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet poem - nice read :)