Good bye my pages of writing
Good bye my dearest books
I want to free me
from the bondage of writing and reading
the way leaves free them
from the tree.
I want to see me naked
I shall through away all covers
of tradition and civilisation.
I want to move forward
leaving behind all my pages of writing
Dear friends of future
built your boat of words
to float you.
Soon I shall reach my future
where darkness
and wordlessness is waiting for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow.........very nice indeed.......