I see the rose
it nothing has colour.
butterfly never touch it
life is odour.
I see the river
it nothing has water,
girls never swimming in it
life is hammer.
I see birds on forest
singing together,
nothing has sound there
shouting of murder.
life is hell of brain
without you,
I cant see anything
alone in crew.
storm coming on tea cup
rain is taking my bed.
I lost mine, lost life
my surviving is
omelet.
blue egg's omelet.
Beautiful writing that I love it, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lot of thanks mistra