The Eyes Of The Universe
On mornings,
I'm barely in touched,
barely comprehended,
How can you attached
sense to this body, ?
this life,
inspired by comic books,
fairy tales,
a child growing
lately in make believe,
in nonsense,
giving me
This fear,
stress,
unlikely questions,
Here is the
Child looking at his father
for answers,
a thousands years
of history books,
philosophical thinkers,
biblical
even poetry,
stares at the eyes
of this erratic universe,
,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem