Ploughing with blunted coulters
Abandoned sinking clay ship
Roots revisited and abandoned again
And revisited again
Somewhere something is
Resistant to translation
Reluctant to confess the doubt
Let the cow fly in the sky and have an ariel view
As the fish is walking proudly on the ground
And happy with the bell sound
Is it true the tongue and
the language are always the same
Untranslatable are the translated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let the cow fly in the sky and have an ariel view As the fish is walking proudly on the ground..... this is beautiful imagination and very original....... thank you dear poet.