i went to a forest
it was years back
on the flowering of
my youth
The forest taught me
Love
Something is missing
in my life
so i went back to the
forest
hoping for a filling
of this
vacuous thing
the forest is dead
all trees buried
building rose like
toothpicks
roads wind like
scribbling of an
overactive child
they tell me the answers
are written by the
neon lights
i must immerse to the noise
of this new civilization
i have not adjusted to the
change
and so i went back home
to this place where i sense
i belong
the vacuole of my life
grumbles like an empty stomach
it has learned to live
emptiness upon emptiness
it greedily eats
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem