i had a walk at the Great Wall of
China
last few years ago
i do not wish to remember the
exact date
it is not important though the place
is
though each brick of the wall told
me of
so many deaths and so many
unceremonious burials
because the wall has a way of
continuing its trek
despite the thousand deaths
it is destiny the great wall says and
keeps on saying
that time when i made my walk
with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem