actually we like that some words are
better be unsaid,
that some nuggets remain in
their natural state
like diamond unpolished
like gold that remains united
one with the rocks and deep underground
nothing about mercurial segregation
or nitric acid detachments
to make them more pleasing
and yet too
artificial
their value so enhanced
that people soon begin to kill
one another
actually things are better
if they remain buried forever
in fact that is what grasses take pride
that is what volcanic eruptions with their hot lava
after having cooled in time
achieve with hidden dignity
no one remembers the horrors of the past
no one recalls the cruelty of
those who were very much ahead of us
actually it would have been better
if we have not met even once
had that talk and drink and shared those stories
i guess, my life would have been much better (off)
without you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem