Mere starring at an empty wall
Can ignite wonderful thoughts,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
All these years have brought lots,
Being jammed in a crowded mall
Can break the slightest thoughts,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
Can bring nothing but naughts,
Everything lies within our mind,
When we invite a particular kind
It egresses confirming nice ease
Or induces to awkwardly freeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem