I gave a thought on you
And over the world
But nothing came out
As if it does not work
I start to think about myself
On the well-being of me
In the real world
Nothing materialised
The idea haunts me
Whoever is here
Whether ugly or beautiful
Powerful or powerless
What’s the utility of all these things
When everything will perish?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem