In our relentless stroll
the life that we control
yet were held in dept to those
the lenders of us who chose
to lend a body and a soul
as an imperfect addition to play the role
for the world is our home
and beauty in earth we rome
You and me dig deep in emotions
love and care for our devotions
but feel both love and hate
and depart the land to inevitable fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another wonderfully composed piece of art. keep on composing.