Earth is really just a globe.
Unnaturally powerful once
the blue container of life,
is really very controllable today.
You can put it on your hand
and see it spin.
The sky above us has
lost its eternal vastness.
A mere scientific image,
that is now reality
for the blackrboard
filled with mysterious fireflies.
Mysteries keeps ending up solved
the chill is gone
so is the bliss.
We live in a cold world,
void of dreams,
void of fairy tales,
void of the beauty
of the secrets.
Yes, life is in control
but the playfulness
of life has lost the little
shades of colors it once sported.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem