Thinking only with self-interest
Passion on its root and ground
Loving on its vanity and pride
Share for your own blowing horn
Typing the keys but never touches other
Relying on chatting but never in person
No bonding, no mingling, no heart to heart
We have the unique and special minds of a
affectionate Human.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely envisioned and aptly presented. Beautiful poem I enjoyed. Many thanks dear Herbert, keep the ball rolling.