Whatever fast food mall delivers
that is thy feed,
whatever liquid the mall poureth,
that is thy potion,
whatever flying idea
whatever decaying photon- idea
your agile free mind delivers
getting too tangential even
that is the poem of modern times,
Not to kill it by several editing,
for those will be by feudal's scapel,
by the scapel of thy detractors,
And your poem is one portion of a long chain
like fast food is a part of chain till next food mall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
whatever flying idea whatever decaying photon- idea your agile free mind delivers getting too tangential even that is the poem of modern times, I perfectly agree with your views! I hardly am able to relish some of the modern poems or make head or tail of them.... may be my incompetence!
No Valsa, your poem on sea was most modern stimulating the worry ridden mind.Sea beckons such mindThank you for your praise.