we are deteriorating, listening to their insults,
in vain, stitching our feelings with words.
we are the crippled, disfigured embodiment,
of universally lost souls.
we're the blind leading the blind,
chasing and orbiting our lost ambitions.
we are the spheres with cosmos inside,
everyone of us with old scars and lesions.
may we finally meet one another,
let our blood mix and flow down the stream.
and in hopes of surviving together,
we'll hold on to our fate and our dreams.
we're the children, the aging, the useless,
outstretching our limbs towards the sky.
begging for an iota of blessing,
may we still be alive at the dawn,
may we survive this mess we've created.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem