Once a picking apart begins,
The entire fabric becomes affected.
And so effective is the unravelling,
Those who believe themselves not participants...
With a turning away from the 'incident',
Do not pay any attention to it...
Until the tree they have kept their nest so high,
Feeling protected, safe and unaffected...
Is chopped to the ground.
And only 'then' do they realize...
They 'had' a connection.
But guess what?
A debating over it,
Seldom reverses what has taken place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem