No one is reading
My poetry,
No need to read
Poetry, perhaps
Each one feels it.
What one feels,
Who am I
To express it?
But I must
Go with love.
Where is love,
I have to find it out
With my process.
Just wait
For a minute there,
I am not far,
And coming to you
With that dazzling star.
The star
Itself is the wonder
In this real world.
But for what?
Let me find
The answer first
By solving my
Own state affairs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem