The more you talk to this world, The more you get angry anytime and anywhere Simply because our world does not deserve Someone to talk to it for anything, Our world is deaf, dumb, and blind When it comes to greater issues... Our world regretfully is double-faced, 3D-world, and absurd at the same time... It's better to talk yourselves rather than To talk to this ongoing world anytime and anywhere... Our world is dead although it's alive and It's alive although it's in its coffin... It's better for us to go and live in other Planets simply because our world is missing... ______________________________________________________________________
Your frustration about an unheeding world is powerfully expressed here! But if we shift to another planet, the grass will still look greener on the opposite side!
Skati, this is utterly true.More we talk, more we get confused.I appreciate the variety of subjects of your poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your frustration about an unheeding world is powerfully expressed here! But if we shift to another planet, the grass will still look greener on the opposite side!