Why is it human kind is so callous,
With the enlightened souls?
Why they disregard in their lifetimes,
The musician, artist, poet and writer?
What draws you away from them or is there something,
In their art, writings, paintings, and poetry,
That makes their creative work so unappealing to you?
Or is it their art is beyond your comprehension,
And against common sense,
That you ignore them?
Or is it because their work of art shakes your faith?
It's often when they are in the grave and can't see,
That appreciation floods upon them;
It is just like the dead being honoured by the dead,
And building mausoleums over their graves.
I but believe that there is absence of aesthetics,
Of beauty and lack of creative quality in people,
In which lies the irony of people's apathy.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem