You claim you're dry
Though yet it rains,
You think it's love
Though you are maimed.
The laws of nature
You disdain,
You think you rise;
Instead you wane.
All your pondering's
In vain,
Your think their loss
Must be your gain.
You think your suffering's
A bane;
Your wilding heart
Will never tame.
some condtion of life with the nature of some people well brought out with your words....
And I send a thought, from my land - a smile reading your poetic file: untamed souls are wrought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
pretty cut and dry message i like that about you