Poor I am
With my poem.
Fruits I want
Not my own-
All desire
And sinful.
2
I want to go
But go I must
Sometime.
I am near you,
Though, I want not
The truth.
3
Taking leave-
Not the solution.
Neither art
Nor science
But life-
A silvery slip.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
life is poem poem is life!