Wherever he comes from and goes elsewhere, no matter.
Though you call him aloud he never turns back.
A Grasshopper belongs to grass but the man belongs to nowhere?
Without a trace he vanishes,
And the old Caretaker after a big yawn
Who marks in his lodge-book with a red pen
He is disappeared and turns a new page for a Novice.
*[ You divide the land and make boundaries to protect the crops but nobody knows who steals the reap? ]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haunting mood. The fragility of man who has no defence against time at all. Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra