Poetry

 
 

The insensibility has got

The stone eyes and

An unaffectionate heart,

Which beats rhythmically

I only I - I only I.



It is better not to see

And not to sympathize.

The poverty is ugly,

Dirty and smelly, and

Sometimes it is drunk.



The easiest thing is to pass it by

And think

-It is not my business.

- I have no time.