Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome poem with apt title, nicely penned..10+++++++++