Love and hate and
Balancing act
We know all that.
And nothing is
True object,
Clarification is
Not necessary
On this effect.
And still, we
Build roads
To go.
Rest shed, we
Need to watch
The rain and ice.
With so many things
We present ourselves
To say loudly
We are the genius.
Enough is enough
Some say on the way,
And some other
Care not.
Air in the nostrils,
And fire in the eyes,
We describe as if
They all won death.
But no mountain,
No river come forward
To instruct
Stay and adjust.
We still, love
And in love
We search our hate
On very standing position.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem with simple words