A poem without
Title,
Is like
A human
Without head
Who remains
More human
Than one with an attached head.
A poem with no
Bottom,
Like marching
to the glory
without toes, limbs, and a forgotten head.
A poem with no
Heart;
No toes,
No skin, and
No bones;
you feel it
And
It does not sound anything.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem