From east to west
And from north to south,
The young traveller walks everywhere
To find out a white line,
But he does not succeed,
Everywhere he finds a black line stretches in an endless way,
The young wayfarer becomes sad and gloomy,
He realises the tragic reality of the modern time.
Yes! Ever hopeful youth must find a way to paint over that black line. There can be only one road to truth, as dark as it may seem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ya world is going thru bad phase. Profound.