The world is full of people
All different in their way
Some like racing pigeons
Some blow them away.
Some like climbing mountains
While others crawl in holes
Communing with the eagle
Or hanging out with moles.
But when it comes to poetry
It is my observation
One writes a verse to crack a rock
Others slate the punctuation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem