The drama is over.
All that is left
is but
faded make up
on the face
and drowsy dialogues
on the tiered lips
no longer mean any thing.
Let's go back
The farmers with your
ploughs to your cropland
the teachers to the
classroom
the housewives
to the daily chorus.
We are too late
to add life in the
pupil of the Idol.
Never wait.
We are too late to add life to the pupil of the eye.Nice image.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are too late to add life in the pupil of the Idol..... these last lines are very nice...... don't wait..... beautiful message. we shall never wait. tony