(dedicated to Sayuri Nitta)
Those hundreds thorns of love scratch my soul
When pilgrims of Lake Nyos run for all peace
Why all sounds are muted, all pictures have gone?
We are no need for more orders, no more pressures
Holy monks give up their everyday lives
For reflection in the middle of the forest.
(inspired by Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant piece well written. 10