Civilization has forgotten Mias.
The road that leads to the heart of its existence
is rocky and dusty.
The houses look old and the people older.
The children forget how to fly their kites.
The men have sunken shoulders.
The women have breasts without milk.
The cows are thin.
The dogs do not bark.
It is a dying town.
How can i forget it? My heart was broken there.
And until now, he still does not care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem