Often my thoughts
Wander into the wild
Uncared, untamed
Like a small child
As if I know nothing
Of the feelings inner
I try to explain them
But find me lost there
Is this love or hatred
That controls a man
If it is love’s power
Why clash in a ten
If it is the hate’s urge
Why claim humanity
And often talk of God
That live in eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem