It is raw or
The ripen
Bitter or
The rotten
If the hunger is mad
The taste has not a virtue
The tongue is volatile
To here and there
Escaped logic
Like a vagabond
Runs for the desire
Mind is blind
Having broken doors
Nothing to close or open
The heart is only a
Senseless organ
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem