Look at me
Yesterday, when on bike
I saw the bikes around
now the roads seem to be
nothing but car of mine
the small ‘Black Mazda'.
When honest to myself
I hate me for being
claimer: "I know all, "
while in fact
short sighted, a blind
to facts of seas, skies
focused on few dots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem