I heard the awed tale
Of white exploits across the sea
I saw the ingenuity
Of the genius voyaged across
To black soil
I learnt the scientific witchcraft
Of small gods
And my appetite is wet
I will drink on till drunk
When my kin soul is myth washed
And move at par with peers
(Wednesday 4th April,2001,4.17pm)
When my kin soul is myth washed And move at par with peers... beautiful expression dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Test of life! ! ! Able to learn. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you dear Edward.