I am afraid of them-
they are like dogs, who bite my poems;
they are like woodcutters, who cut down my poems;
they are like snakes, who pour poison into my poems;
they are like spiders, who confine my poems within webs;
they are like thieves, who steal my poems...
My poems- the photons of sunlight-
want to survive,
want to flourish,
want to conquer...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Afraid of THEM! but why open eye don't care no fear march on the poem name!
Time is fast. None has time to read literature. Literature is ignored in this era. This is the cause of my concern. The poem really means this.