Juvenile. You catch the
lie. Don't stop it. This gives bread..
You have only seen my back side.
Where will you find
the deepest pain? Will you ever get it?
Why? Listen to the voice of another planet.
Now go to the clouds.
Drink water, better than Ganges.
You know the earth has become dirty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem