It is white and
Not black - the death.
It is black and
Not white - the life.
In between life and
Death each one is
Telling his/her tale.
We are the readers
And the listeners -
Not worried about
The course of light,
We are worried about
The dark spreads
Everywhere but not
Touched by anyone so far.
And we talk about
Development, achievement,
All cruel, all hollows,
Though, and we are
With solo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem