Stop here
Though the road has widened
Stink out smells like dung or…
From behind the walls of fields?
The Soul frenzy of the Wind has not dispelled the smells.
Say what knowledge we seek shall be writ in star.
That alternative better be.
Look up - the Star!
Stop.
Stop here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem