I write here,
The stories
Of my life
And that
About nature.
You can read
And comment,
I have nothing
To object.
I am alive,
This much
I can say
Before you.
You are free
To believe it.
I am the earth,
But forget it.
I am the sky,
Just remember this.
The color is being
Changed at every moment,
And you are there
To adjust with it.
I am soft and
Innocent and polite,
But I am blind
And each one is
Taking the advantage.
What is going on
That is beyond my knowledge.
How can I write,
What is the matter to write,
My notepad is opened
But blank, see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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