Is it a blessing?
Or is it a curse?
The ignorant passengers
Of the silent sphere
Begin to argue
In this regard,
Long time elapses,
Still nothing fruitful happens,
Then a smart passenger inquisitively peeps
From the noisy realm;
Being ashamed,
Soon everybody flees
From the silent region.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An argument witn an ignorant is a futile act. An interesting poem well crafted.