The young stranger
Says something,
He writes something too
In the blank page
And in his own way,
Nobody understands him,
So what?
The stranger doesn't care,
When I stare at him,
He says to me with a pleasing mind,
'I understand myself,
That's very important,
In the philosophical sense.....
I am the king of my own realm.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem