O world of constantly flowing distractions:
Of crass cartoons juxtaposed with tragedies;
Of farcical plays produced by popinjays;
Of noise pollution and myriad bright screens
We are like lost children in neon lit lands.
We still seek a guide to take us by the hand:
To escape all of the labyrinthine madness.
We have forgotten noble ways of wisdom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem