Endless cuts, and so many injuries
Parts of poetry, and the parcels of prose
Afresh odours
And some lost scents
Immediate outlines, and the unkind outcomes
Secretive seasons, and witty weathers
Tiresome, and tremendous wanderings
Faithful pages, and the rational lyrics
Stones of the ages, and the recent reports
Tears falling, and the uncontrollable laughters
Adorable instances, and the empty ends
Rivers rise there
Rocks resonate inside
It's an all stupid execution...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem