What kind of light we lighted!
Light engulfed the light!
Black conspiracy of dark house,
That’s why, allowed owls to dwell, right.
Why live like a cockroach?
In the tinpacked world
Who has made you culprit?
Where is your might?
Don’t sell your hope and dream,
Although, market is decorated.
Seen not the rising sun
Brightness blurred the sight
Why became the statue?
On the life road,
Feelings has been buried or theft,
Put your hand on the cheek,
And think;
What you were
And what you are.....
''black conspiracy of dark house ''...very creative writing indeed! ...love it...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice.the message is at the ending is fabulous and also clear.let me add (and think what i am gonna be) . ~nb