the metal din
of keyboards
and the whir
of stale computers
whiz on and on
in the background
here
the learners
and the sages
both give sermons
quiet, heavy words
about
soul mates
coffee
and spiders
killed by drowsy heads
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A staid sage then I shall be when the heavy words are killed by drowsy heads....Lovely..