Out of your periphery
You're a stranger.
It's your planet
where you're detained
by emotions and relations.
Cut-off from the rest.
The world you see in a book
or on TV screen. Is that
enough for you to love the world?
Get connected to it?
Watching it's
natural beauty and bloodshed?
Why world is, at a time
so frightening and attractive?
The strange state of this world
is beyond your grasp!
You and your planet is an
insignificant dot on this world.
Still, it's your need to feel
a part of this world and you
refuse to take this
beauty and bloodshed as
happening elsewhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem