Sometimes I look into the sky,
Why?
What is up there?
I spin around,
Lying in the damped green grass,
Looking into the sky,
Pondering,
What is up there?
I clench my fist,
Slamming it into the untouched grass,
Looking into the sky,
Curiosity killing me inside!
What, is, up there? !
Accompanied by my true & faithful friend,
Standing behind me in the grass,
Looking into the sky,
“What is up there? ”
I ask him,
He replies;
“Nothing that cares about either of us.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What is up there? Curiosity! Sky does not care for us! Fine!