there is this bitterness
that sticks to the tastebuds
of our being...
it now rules
it now dictates what you want to say
it now makes the whole banquet bitter too
it makes you wish that everybody is dead in one hour
it has ruined you
this bitterness in your taste-bud
this part of you has ruined the whole of you
slave of your taste-bud
man of the hour
useless creature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem