The books we are reading - ours,
We are not taking interest
to read in full details though.
Nothing to compensate
Nobody to love
Nowhere the truth.
And yet we are progressing
Pushing the fire aside
No time to write any other things.
The books are clean and fair,
We are there and keeping our
Attachment with the books.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem