Life break
At every second.
I take life
Not an easy method.
So many messages
Are there
At every morning,
But I fail to read.
The sun laughs at me,
So also the moon.
The night cry for me
As I forget
The grass root.
My life is
Not mine, I know.
And I leave
The carcass to
Maggots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem