We, the human beings;
The god's most precious creation.
The lamp bearers of the mother earth.
Yes, undoubtedly we are! !
Yet, why is she weeping blood?
Is it the clamour of our pedantic hollow soul
making her numb?
Is it the fleeting love evanescing her hope
Is it our pomposity that blinding us not to
even see her incoming decadence?
The questions that will haunt us
when we dig deep into them.
The questions that will lay foundation
to our future subsistence.
The questions that are just not
merely questions! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem