New poetry,
What is new therein
We are here to
Search them out.
We are here
To say something more
In our own words
And style.
So many poets
Have already told
What is there,
And what will be there
Here with us.
But we are not
Going to say
What they have told,
We use their words
Here, though, but
With a different meaning.
Where are our footprints,
That we know not,
Still, we are here
And we are smiling
And crying at a time,
For the reasons
Not known to us.
Our hands are strong,
Legs are ready
To take use
Where to we want.
But time is not there
We know, it is clear,
And yet, we declare
Our name and address,
Not true, though,
We know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem